| Zoned like the Twilight
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| 8 mill a bid, niggas that live the high life
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| All of my niggas fly right
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| Whutchu know about staring out the skylight?
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| Why you lookin' at the skyline
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| Mad high, you probly readin' the high times
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| The room dark but my 9 shine
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| The room dark but my mind shine
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| Something like the cat, yea you better kill me 9 times
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| I smoke loud but I’m on the hush
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| Weed ain’t coke but I get a rush
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| Never gon' give it up, only gon' live it up
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| You ain’t got to touch me, you can feel the pain
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| You could close your eyes, still see the pain
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| Every couple of minutes I’m lightin' up the weed again
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| Breathing in, breathing out
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| Goin through some bullshit, weeded out
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| Sittin' on the couch mad high with my Nina out
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| Right path, wrong shoes
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| A pawn could kill a king but the king could kill a pawn too
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| Pray to God that you do what you’re born to
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| NBA shit, no 3, take the long 2
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| Try to figure what you belong to
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| A lot of niggas rhyme, me, I smoke and make song food
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| I’m in the zone that you never saw
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| Family over everything, or what you getting cedar for?
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| Fuck boy, grimy shit is what you get, deaded for
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| Talking to the pigs is what you get beheaded for
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| Up in the spot, niggas is high like that
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| Out on the strip, nigga are ridin like that
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| Anybody could die, it’s live like that
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| Hustle for stacks, nigga survive like that
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| Up in the spot, niggas is high like that
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| Out on the strip, nigga are ridin like that
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| Anybody could die, it’s live like that
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| Hustle for stacks, nigga survive like that
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| Smoke to til I’m dozin', weed keep me warm cuz I’m frozen
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| What if the chosen one wasn’t chosen?
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| If everything was golden like silence
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| You wouldn’t talk shit, and we wouldn’t have violence
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| Salute to the stylish, styles that I’m stylin'
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| Always on the move like the meter that clock mileage
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| High like the pilot, deadly like a virus
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| Talkin G shit, I’mma look you in the iris
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| Smoking on that loud pack, everything is quiet though
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| Starin at the skyline, shit is lookin' brighter though
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| Caught up in my web but you ain’t see the spider though
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| I ain’t got a silencer, pillow or a Idaho
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| What nigga?
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| Up in the spot, niggas is high like that
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| Out on the strip, nigga are ridin like that
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| Anybody could die, it’s live like that
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| Hustle for stacks, nigga survive like that
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| Up in the spot, niggas is high like that
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| Out on the strip, nigga are ridin like that
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| Anybody could die, it’s live like that
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| Hustle for stacks, nigga survive like that
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| Zoned like the Twilight
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| 8 mill a bid, niggas that live the highlife
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| All of my niggas fly right
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| Whutchu know about staring out the skylight? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Like That , by - Styles P. Song from the album The World's Most Hardest MC Project, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп