| Yea Poovs
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| Turn the vision on these niggas
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| Arab, this shit is crack, Duke salute
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| My eyes on the prize
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| Phantom but not at the opera
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| Phantom death of the doctor
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| Shorty a shopper, he ain’t gunning the whole
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| Yea, but never was fropper, certified
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| Hop up in the whip, you went under, take the murder ride
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| Rolling with that Predorians, Cubans, coke emporium
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| Came up, doing G shit real, gangsta historian
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| I’m a gangsta on the real my nigga
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| I never squeal and I never do no sucker shit
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| Go out on my shell (I go out)
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| Shoot my brains out, shoot my heart out
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| Catch me at the juice bar, pourin a little bok out
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| Catch me on the mike, just give it a little spark
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| I’m electrified and you’re petrified
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| Niggas buggin me, spray a little pesticide
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| I take face shots, you could put the vest aside
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| No need for em bloody, you gon bleed for em
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| You gon be the one to hold his dick when you pee for him
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| Cuz he paralyzed, look at the barrel size
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| And I ain’t buyin that gangsta shit you advertise (I ain’t buyin it)
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| You a fix or a problem?
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| Kill em in Yonkers and dump the body in Harlem
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| I’m despicable, with a hole in revolver
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| Ask the shooter or a carver if the ghost is the hardest
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| The answer’s always yes
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| So you could fuck around cuz it’s always death, wuddup?
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| Yea, shit be a hug lemme just pop a little shit right here though
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| You niggas is nowhere near ready
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| I can’t even figure me out
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| Every rapper reppin the say, I know they pussy though
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| Take my knife, stick it up in ‘em like they a pussy hole
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| Yea I been the boss but ain’t my cars all affordable
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| And the hoopty playin verbal intercourse
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| Figure it out
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| A Sal Thorpes when I’m reeling up
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| Cuz I don’t mean the ball court when I say these D-in up (they D-in up)
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| I break the laws, fuck the chord a low
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| Penny never seen with a dime or a quarter so
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| And I’d rather die before, dime on court to yall
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| But you could get killed for your motherfuckin Audemar (get killed nigga)
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| But I ain’t got time for time
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| Dancing in the shadows of the shadows, look time to shine
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| I take the digits though, you don’t take the picture nigga
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| I’m Samsung, lil nigga you Vizio
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| I’m a better show and a better sound
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| You don’t get the picture for the paper, spread the love around
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| Fuck everything Poovs
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| I ain’t even wanna sign off
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Araab Styles , by - Styles P. Song from the album The World's Most Hardest MC Project, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп