| Miles Bonny
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| Yo mama wear a du-rag
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| That’s the song
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| Seen ya baby mama, look like John Cougar Mellencamp
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| Told me one day only felons could rap
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| I looked her in the eye she was sellin' some stamps
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| You got a problem with me you should just tell me that
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| Money on my mind, I gotta brainstorm
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| Once heard 'em say, when it rains it’ll pour
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| Sometimes it comes quick, other times you wait for it
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| All I know is this, that I gotta make more
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| Don’t wanna be a player, rest in peace to Pun
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| I see it, I beat it up, don’t need the drums
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| I got a straight shooter, I don’t need the gun
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| I call your girl an Uber then watch Martin re-runs
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| Can’t trust a word that pass from ya lips
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| Seein' is believing, you ain’t showing me shit
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| Can’t grab attention 'less you’re holding a grip
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| Can’t grab attention 'less you’re holding a grip
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| Yo mama got a a du-rag, American flag
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| Red, white, and blue, with the cape in the back
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| Yo mama got a a du-rag, American flag (she do)
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| Red, white, and blue, with the cape in the back
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| Yeah, I’m gonna clown, Barnum and Bailey
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| Funky Cold Medina, Ice Ice Baby
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| I dig your old lady, she work at Old Navy
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| Was on her lunch break, swallowing throat babies
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| Rap cash money like I’m Baby and Wayne
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| I got work to do with no space to complain
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| I guess the game changed, ain’t no hating the game
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| And I got my blood tested, ain’t no traces of lame
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| Bro go crazy, the flow so mani'
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| Old dog same tricks nah they can’t train me
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| Industry Rule four-thousand-and-eighty
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| The game so shady, radio won’t play me
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| A whole lot of rappers none of 'em entertain me
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| Knock 'em out the box, yearly, daily
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| No grits, no gravy, if ands or maybes
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| Had to bite down like a Bluenose with rabies
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| Yo mama got a a du-rag, American flag
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| Red, white, and blue, with the cape in the back
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| Yo mama got a a du-rag, American flag
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| Red, white, and blue, with the cape in the back
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| I said, «fuck this rap shit, I’d rather listen to Prince»
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| And chase a fat chick that got the ass with the dents
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| But it’s a thin line, boy be having to squint
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| Grass ain’t always greener on that side of the fence
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| A drunk ain’t shit, who you had to convince?
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| Henny in my hand, liquor passing my lips
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| Have the cash in hand when I ask for the rent
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| No comparison, no one matching the wit
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| «Stick» without the «C,» yea you’re reading it right
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| You read on the flyer start believing the hype
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| But there’s really more to it though, than seeking the light
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| Ain’t move to the east side for pieces of pie
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| Young Padawan, perusing through the catalog
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| What you slap now will turn your brain to applesauce
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| Chattel getting moved around by a cattle prod
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| Wave my magic wand, then travel like a vagabond
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| Yo mama gotta a du-rag, American flag
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| Red, white, and blue, with the cape in the back
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| Yo mama wear a du-rag, American flag
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| Red, white, and blue, with the cape in the back
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| Yo mama wear a du-rag, American flag
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| Red, white, and blue, with the cape in the back
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| I said yo mama wear a du-rag
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| Said yo mama wear a du-rag
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| Said yo mama wear a (du-rag)
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| Said yo mama wear a du-rag (du-rag)
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| Yo mama got a prosthetic leg
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| She black and the prosthetic leg white
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| Yuh, yuh, yuh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Du-Ragz , by - Stik Figa. Song from the album Jewell Ave John, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп