| No matter how much gold we get
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| No matter where we flying next
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| We still be leaning out the whip
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| Gods and guerrillas never quit, oh, yeah
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| Get on my level, get on my level, oh, yeah
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| Get on my level, get on my level, oh, yeah
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| Fists always pounding the ceiling
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| They go nuts whenever I show up
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| Cats all be throwing they tats up
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| In hoopties they doing donuts
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| Now hold up and pour up that Cuervo
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| No lemon, no soda, no hoe stuff
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| Should’ve never given us money
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| We jumping with Jordans all up on ya sofa
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| Celebration, bitches, we misbehaving
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| Down in the basement with flickering lights
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| All over the city like pavement running so flagrant
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| With these Timberlands tight
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| Y’all drive around in ya new plates
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| Dining on a fondue plate
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| I’m riding around on a lion
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| I’m lighting up fires like it’s Kuwait
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| Ooh wait, we don’t fuck with lames doing lame shit for that cabbage
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| Ya’ll niggas acting so average
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| Send 'em back in original package
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| They slept in on our testament
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| Now they want me to quote 'em a passage
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| Ain’t your rabbi, ain’t your ally
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| Just an enigma tripping on acid
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| Rebels outside, stand on the hood of a ride
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| They rent for me 'cause I arrived
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| They said it’s a phantom, but my world too grand
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| To give a fuck about what I drive
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| I’m in the sky and that’s my team on the rise
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| Buzz got us feeling alive
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| And when we infiltrate from the inside
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| Better don’t be surprised
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| No matter how much gold we get
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| No matter where we flying next
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| We still be leaning out the whip
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| Gods and guerrillas never quit, oh, yeah
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| Get on my level, get on my level, oh, yeah
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| Get on my level, get on my level, oh, yeah
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| Get on my level, my strata
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| My Zulu Nation, Bambaataa
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| My rebel royal armada
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| Yeah my band of loyals, my shottas
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| This year’s a little bit hotter
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| Spitting that lava, getting these offers
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| Used to ride around on these choppers
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| Now we on God stuff, walking on water
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| A child of a child I’ve been piss broke
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| Done waited tables on rich folk
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| Now the same Gucci hoochies they encroach
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| Tripping first time up at this show
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| I guess that mean we important
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| Name in they mouths like informants
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| They search for us with no warrant
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| Still put my sign like Commissioner Gordon
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| My crew sticking out like we foreign
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| Can’t buy what we got with your fortune
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| We over endowed, so they freezing us out
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| Like Isaiah done tried to do Jordan
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| Rappers so boring, stop your recording
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| Fuck it, just stop waking up in the morning
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| Y’all making it rain I’m just pouring
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| Ready for boarding, already soaring
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| We’re crashing champagne in the burger shack
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| Scallywags I know you heard of that
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| They fly me to shows and I murder that
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| And never come down like I’m Shmurda hat
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| We’re rising like yeast, turn a crumb into a feast
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| Yeah we eat, watch your fingers around a beast
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| No matter how much gold we get
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| No matter where we flying next
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| We still be leaning out the whip
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| Gods and guerrillas never quit, oh, yeah
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| Get on my level, get on my level, oh, yeah
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| Get on my level, get on my level, oh, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Level , by - Tasha The Amazon. Song from the album Die Every Day, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп