| I came up on some brain blown, full of smoke, livin' in a Terrordome
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| That kid born to kill a king with my hand shit
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| Put 'em up, runners run amok, gonna gun 'em up
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| Son 'em up, what a run of luck, I’m a ton of fun
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| Fuckers wanna run it up, stun a runner up
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| I’m a number 1, wake up with the sun, thinkin' make a buck
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| What a clutch, every buck he touch getting crumpled up
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| Suck it up, fold a fucker’s gut 'til he double up
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| Double down, dummies get a crown when I’m in the dust
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| Dead and done so that he delayed baby, wait baby
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| This is not a drill, baby, Jamie is a thrill
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| $ 100,000 bill y’all, all laws get the deal
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| What a odd duck, I don’t bow to Zod or no man, what
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| Roll me like you POTUS in an ocean made of Klan nut
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| And Mikey, most of these soldiers are simply so-called
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| The holster they holding is empty, the toaster that they imagine they venting
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| And putting holes in their enemies simply doesn’t exist
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| We buffalo run 'em off cliff
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| Ay, look at Mikey flow, look at Mikey go
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| Look at Mikey, Jamie making milli like nobody know
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| Mikey, he went maniac like Wayne when he went Wayne-iac
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| And did «A Milli» but I been this silly, really
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| And you motherfuckers really know that you’ve been really feel me
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| But you hid emotions so I know you fuckers really fear me, fear me
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| Fuck your coulda shoulda woulda stooda stutter
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| I’m a motherfucker, ask your baby mother, motherfucker music, boy
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| Talking jheri curl greasy, boy
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| Nigga with an attitude, Westside Atlanta, young Eazy, boy
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| I your girl, flapjack flat flapback black flow flipper flap flap
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| Take that, I don’t argue, hoe nigga
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| Get nervous in my old age bar nobody
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| Make your self known or take a shot to a body
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| I only trust Jamie, I don’t trust nobody
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| And if you fuck with him, bullet holes in yo' body
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| Who really run this?
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| Banging on my adversaries
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| Like who really run this?
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| The bright lights of fuckery stuck in me, automatic
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| Who really run this?
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| Violence might be necessary
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| Who really run this?
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| The bright lights of fuckery stuck in me, Statik
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| Who want it? |
| Put jewels on it
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| Who want it?
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| Who want it?
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| Who want it? |
| Put jewels on it
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| Who want it?
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| Who want it?
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| Put jewels on it
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| Put jewels on it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Put Jewels On It, artist - Statik Selektah. Album song 8, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп