| Make you throw your bike’s up
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| Make you rep your hood, now scream
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| I think I’m getting why these motherfuckers hate me
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| Cause I’ve been putting pressure on everything lately
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| And I’m here pressure bust pipes kinda easy
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| With that being said I apologize to BP
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| But to the rest of y’all it’s no courtesy
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| I’m not a nest so won’t none of y’all burden me
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| Next generation of the double R lights up
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| I’m the next nigga that’s gon' make 'em throw they bikes up
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| I literally had millions watching me
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| On stage turning dudes to a mockery
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| Yeah they copy me with no cash
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| These niggas is chickens in beef
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| Steady talking bout they go ham
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| You confused, you meat lover
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| I got Swizz feeling like Dre when he made Deep Cover
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| I’m the next Double R meal ticket
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| Made like a deck of cards nigga, deal with it
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| My flow dope like the methadone clinic
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| Pull on the Phantom when you see a don in it
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| Glove box you might see the Quran in it
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| Underneath the firearm, am I wrong with it?
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| I drop the roof to be captured by the sun
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| Relay my bars and remastered every one
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| Nigga’s wondering where the fuck Drag at
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| I’m on Twitter hitting everybody back
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| Drag to the dash, I ain’t back to claim shit
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| I still got the same crown I first came with
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| If I had to do it all again, I wouldn’t change shit
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| Now I’ma shine when the rain get thick nigga
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| All the pretty girls go round the outside
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| Porsche or the Range Rover, meet me in the ride
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| Windows all jet black you ain’t gotta hide
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| Donnie, Razor Ramone, Bobby Backlund
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| This my throne cranberry silver patron, they love me
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| Hat back like I’m 15 face clean
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| Nice blue jeans sitting on the Louie
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| I used to run base and I don’t mean ???
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| A long way from Dr Jays and Conways
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| I still like hoodrats, some Beyonces
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| Pop off you ain’t ever seen AK’s
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| Top down, Eddie Levert and the O’Jays
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| Donnie killing that UFO
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| It took a little while but Donnie gon' blow
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| Hater’s seen Sheek nope, Donnie on the go
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| Might as well call me butter cause Donnie on a roll
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| Ayo, personally I think I’m underrated if nothing else
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| Ask around, they’ll tell you Jada is something else
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| Motherfuck who they know
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| It’s the kid with the diesel bars and flow
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| It’s a couple dudes I ain’t got rid of yet
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| But it ain’t no rush, niggas is butt like the back of the cigarette
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| Holla when it’s time for the blood to get spilled
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| I only negotiate for thugs to get killed
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| Hustler, artist, CEO
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| On the low blowing strawberry Kiwi dro
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| Sling cane til they cut off my hands, other than that
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| I’ma spit pain til they cut off my glands
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| Got work all over the stove, getting money all over the globe
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| In the Range all over the road
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| Cribs and the whips is lavish
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| Double R mob life, Kiss a savage
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| You know me, playing 'Kiss and Ne-Yo with your bitch
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| Or she can call time, run a trio on your bitch
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| Shoot 'em in the mouth, bet you he ain’t gonna snitch
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| Fucking with 3 bad niggas
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| Telling your girlfriend to tea bag niggas
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| She’s wavy, we crazy
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| ADHD, know where the weight be
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| On the scale with the guns off safety
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| Eyes hazy, money, mansion, Mercedes
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| Surrounded by killers, OG’s, crack babies
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| Loading up the nine, dope stay a dime
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| Two blunts in the Watson 749
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| Red wine avocado, salad with the lamb and
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| Cilantro head honcho, rocking a poncho
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| Way out in Mexico
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| 10 for the bird let you place the decimal
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| Turn your ass vegetable
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| You the next nigga, well, I’m the X nigga
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| Name still ringing bells so fuck the rest nigga
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| I do this shit for real, y’all niggas is acting
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| I’m old school like Andre the giant and Bob Backlund
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| Cats ain’t never been able to ever
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| Fuck with the dog, whatever the weather
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| I come through, niggas bow down like Muslims praying
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| I’m just trying to understand what these fools are saying
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| Don’t make me, somebody better take me outta here
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| This is what it came down to, fuck outta here
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| Cats gotta fear a nigga like me
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| I come through in beast mode from New York to AZ
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| Bitch you fucking crazy, thinking Dog ain’t got it
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| Dog gon' hit it, as soon as soon as dog spot it
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| I’ma scratch to the death, till there’s half of 'em left
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| I’m the last of 'em left, till the last of my breath |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Worlds Greatest , by - Styles P. Song from the album Large On the Streets, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп