| I don’t touch that swine, I want that unnecessary beef
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| You smoke garbage buds, we smoke tons of keef
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| Fishing, looking for that big-mouth bass
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| And flashing, jack your whole stash
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| In fashion, keep my goons lined
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| In an orderly fashion
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| It’s glossy with 500 horsies in the Benz
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| Tinted out to spend the night
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| You ain’t got angel funds is low, stack
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| Your bitch been a ho, jack
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| Still scoop her up, bring her home
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| And blow that, cause Ghost be mostly
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| Looking pretty toasty
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| Front row at Mayweather vs. Mosley
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| With the Bin Laden bottle
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| A Brazilian model
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| Got the paparazzi jumping
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| Like I hit the Lotto
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| Party hard, like I’m fresh
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| Out of the cages
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| Outrageous like Charlie Sheen out in Vegas
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| You drop your pants to your ankles
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| At the urinal at the ballgame
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| I’m on the stool getting brain
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| From a tall dame, cause I’m 5'8''
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| Shorty like 6'2''
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| Feed her coke, locked jaw
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| Like a pitbull. |
| I was born to rep
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| You fucking with a hornet’s nest
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| Old shooters in the corner like Hornacek
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| Young boys that be handling the rock
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| Chris Paul dish off, hammer in the sock
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| Gold flakes in the Gold Schlager
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| The ammo green XJ12, you know the old Jaguar
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| I got the birchwood lacing the interior
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| Poppy bagels getting flavored out in Syria
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| Only the Fonz, best laced plates
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| That reach maturity, dick sucked by Shannon Doherty
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| Take your temperature anally and orally
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| Make a batch of hummus drizzle royally with oil, B
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| Hopping out the Rolly Royce
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| Rolls Gold Nuvo
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| Diamond-studded shoe soles
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| Flyest nigga you know
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| Puerto Rican version of Scarface
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| Fuck with the god’s say
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| Disrespect, piss in your broad’s face
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| Chains stay chunky like Oprah’s belly
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| Got the purple and the brown:
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| Peanut butter and jelly
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| When I step up in the spot with the rock, you see the
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| Popular pop rappers go into their pocket and pull out their wallet
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| When I click-clack, now get up on the ground
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| Cause I Onyx, Pete Rock, Chuck D shut em down
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| You know Term, I’m the kid with the 'preme beats
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| Butter Pecan J Lo, chick with the mean cheeks
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| Rubies on my gold fronts, iced out notebook
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| Making volcanos in the kitchen when the coke cook
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| I rode around with all kinds of thugs
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| High on drugs, pissing out tiger blood |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Meteor Hammer , by - Termanology. Song from the album Legendary Weapons, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп