| No waters in the yacht
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| The biggest y’all know
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| Hey, let me get my sunglasses
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| Thank you, uh, yo
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| Feeling relaxed like Serena snaps
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| Layin' on the beach, I might teabag
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| Crack the safe, punch the code into the keypad
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| Lemon squeezed over sea bass
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| I seen it through the submarine glass, breeze past
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| Who’s the cleanest? |
| Don’t even ask (Marc')
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| Your favorite rapper’s on my penis sack (Uh)
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| I’m just speaking facts, might smack you in the teeth for these egregious acts
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| Sailing the sea, been to Belize and back
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| The world’s my kingdom, I don’t believe it’s flat though
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| I’m on a whole 'nother plateau
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| The Alchemist mix the grass and tobacco
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| Play the back of the boat
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| With a ho on my dick, in back of her throat
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| Why would the captain have to gloat? |
| Uh
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| No cap, you see the hat and coat
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| The catapult, my afro may be the cat, black and Navajo
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| Toss your dawg overboard just like some lettuce in the salad bowl, uh
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| Then roll the gally home
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| They’ll find your bones in the alley with the crows
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| Baby sighin', daddy closed, we’re like the new Death Row
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| Without the loan from Harry O
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| We like the new Death Row
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| Without the loan from Harry O, nigga
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| You know?
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| Marc', baby
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| Yeah, I been the
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| I been the fuckin' fishing pole, man
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| Reelin' these fuckin' offers in
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| Yeah, godbody
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| Might snap that shit
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| This is a great space |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Harry O., artist - The Alchemist. Album song Yacht Rock 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп