| Yo, yo, yo, verbal assasin, you feel me
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| See it’s a Don’s job, miraculous montage
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| we shacklin' pom-poms
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| The cheerleaders, sheer cheetas appear reaping the game
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| Career steepers appear peeping your dame
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| Steer cheaps on the deer creeping your lane often
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| Main park and the slain stalk your chain sparkling
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| Desire hotness, higher process, higher hospice diagnostics for you
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| It’s fuck-free, I need solace
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| Clean polisher, cheap knowledge, Rashee Wallace, get it
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| Put a hole in your top
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| Never mind, hold the medal like magneto, a black beetle
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| A tech lethal, attract kilo o' coke I’m that dope
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| I pack needles for the project junkies
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| It’s sardonic, star sonic, scar evolve chronic
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| The vino nights, cause she knows dykes
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| But she knows where the nino type
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| Indefinite to send messages grin hectic for the ends
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| The pen pressed against the notebook
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| Coach rooks to beat veterans
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| Breath metal and reach settlement over dollars
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| I’m over dollars like an older scholar
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| Rode a collar working a stove, they drove Impala’s
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| Known for dodging the 5−0
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| Dropping the lines like I’m done with coke and women
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| She’s doper than, probably bout to glow brick cause the boat spit to Venice
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| It’s a fugazi, how do you know it’s a fugazi? |
| (them fucked up seconds).
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| Well it’s a fake,… (Yeah, I know what a fugazi is). |
| Hey pal, you wanna see
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| something. |
| Imma show you something
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| Welcome to the mega mechanisms
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| Heckle the Jeckle rhythm the riddles is civil the rhythm is pessimism
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| I let them listen to mr. |
| Hot, Since in his pride
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| So listen to being a riddle god, little guy
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| Trying extra, he was getting fly like
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| Hide your corvex with the best GR song in a minute
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| Headed home with a pinhead
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| Whether dome from the women, cause they love you know
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| Fetish grown and I’m sinning, the grief felt
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| I know that indie help would only just plead my dad to drink
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| So maybe he need before he drowns in his own pity
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| I’m easing my mind dome
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| Peace when I find home, leasing that line long, decent a con
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| Hoping that he would be Sean Combs |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fugazi , by - Statik Selektah. Song from the album What Goes Around, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп