| Verse 1:
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| What kind of things that you have
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| When I find out don’t expect me to stop
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| I’ll come for the P’s that you stack
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| And come for all the food that blot
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| Better hand over the bag
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| Your boys don’t wanna see you shot
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| If I kick down the door to your flat
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| Dun Know I’ll clear out your house on the spot
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| (CLEARRRR!) All the things in your house
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| (CLEARRRRR!) All the things in your fridge
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| (SMASHHHH!) All your plates from your rack
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| (CLEARRRRR!) All’a your kids' toys
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| (CLEARRRR!) All’a your CD rack
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| Won’t get none of your CD’s back
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| Drag off your curtain rail from the wall
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| Kick off your HDTV from the stand
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| Run up on stairs in to rooms
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| Flip the mattress and search for the cash
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| Make man look down the barrel of a mash
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| Its not worth your life just cough up the scratch
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| Its to late to lock up the latch
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| I can smell the crow just pull out the batch
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| I’m not here to cotch and relax
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| And drink your wine here just pull out the bags
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| Chorus:
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| I have to punch up guys
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| Guys try it with me I dont know why
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| Bax! |
| Pax man straight in his eyes
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| They floored me I was looking at the sky
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| Par! |
| Now I have to go blind
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| That boy there I swear he gonna die
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| You’re not bad you’re a mug don’t think you’re a guy
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| When I slap man you won’t be alright
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| Catch man on the field flying his kite
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| Roll man down on the grass with a knife
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| I can hear screams from his wife
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| Run after man let me draw for his life
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| Bloods pouring I got stains off the knife
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| Leave guys dead in the field over night
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| I’m sick when I dream I won’t think of him twice
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| Verse 2:
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| What you know about the allstar pars
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| Dont want to see man driving his car
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| Hide behind the tints with the leng in the car
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| I jumped out the car put the leng to his heart
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| I said get out the CARRRRRRRRRR!
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| I said this aint a PARRR!
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| I smashed the window dragged man out the car
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| DRAPESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
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| Get out the car
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| If you dont get out the car
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| Dont want to see man shooting the star
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| You better not dare me now
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| I dont care if youve got friends in your car
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| Light up your whip and all of your spars
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| Watch some of them roll out of the car
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| Run down the road im chasing them far
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| Why didnt they comply from the start
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| Tryna hype up on the mic
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| While i spray my bars on the mic
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| SLAP!
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| Dont hype up on the mic
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| KICK!
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| Now who here wants to fight
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| Stangle man with the microphone lead
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| Bax manz head with the side off the mic
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| Try it in my face i’m not taking it light
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| drag man down to the floor (?)
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| Chorus:
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| I have to punch up guys
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| Guys try it with me I dont know why
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| Bax! |
| Pax man straight in his eyes
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| They floored me I was looking at the sky
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| Par! |
| Now I have to go blind
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| That boy there I swear he gonna die
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| You’re not bad you’re a mug don’t think you’re a guy
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| When I slap man you won’t be alright
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| Catch man on the field flying his kite
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| Roll man down on the grass with a knife
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| I can hear screams from his wife
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| Run after man let me draw for his life
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| Bloods pouring I got stains off the knife
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| Leave guys dead in the field over night
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| I’m sick when I dream I won’t think of him twice
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| Verse 3:
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| Pulling out lengs everywhere
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| Dun know we got the shotgun there
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| Boy man down from the side off the stairs
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| See them man tryna run over there
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| Run after man chase man down over there
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| Hop the railings them man over there
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| WOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
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| Straight over |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Next Hype , by - Tempa T. Song from the album Next Hype Remixes, in the genre Электроника