| Get the fiends credit, doin' the first and third, they get a check
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| It felt like that every bird was gettin' stretched (facts)
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| We got the money but still we sellin' birds to get a rep
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| Shit, you ever rock a fur with a TEC tucked in?
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| Talk to me crazy, say the wrong words and get stretched, nigga
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| Drop G’s on 'em (bag dropper)
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| Breathe on 'em (take a breath)
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| Make me roll my motherfuckin' sleeves on 'em (shine, nigga)
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| Drop top V’s on 'em (skrrt, skrrt)
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| Achoo when I sneeze on 'em
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| Fifty shots when I pop, then I breeze on 'em (BOOM!)
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| Stop the bank, grab the dice, then I breathe on 'em
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| I’m undisputed, undisputed that won’t be disputed (facts)
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| Tell Mona Scott to partner up, man, I can’t be recruited (not at all)
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| In the streets I’m saluted
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| Cop the leak then I move it
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| Some people see me a stupid, no love, I’m beefin' with cupid
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| Played ball, sold drugs under the circumstances (well I did)
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| NBA, Navarro college, I hurt them chances (true)
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| I was Lenny Cooke (what else?), naw, hoop dreams
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| Now my only problem is keepin' the coupe clean (woo!)
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| If ain’t Jones, nigga, I don’t make up with 'em (never)
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| All these girls be mad when I break-up with 'em (why?)
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| They would slash the tires, break the windows, all the cars (facts)
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| Now it’s TV shows, radios, all the blogs (woo!)
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| They know I’m wavy on water just like the Navy
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| All of 'em still my baby, the dick just drove 'em crazy (well it did)
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| Me and Capo locked in, we foo-uelz (foo-uelz)
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| We bought you the Max Bs, the Juelz (WE DID!)
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| Pay homage, nigga (nigga)
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| I’m comma after comma after comma
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| What the fuck we got in common, nigga? |
| (Nothin')
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| Have you tied up, huh? |
| No bondage, nigga (no)
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| When you see me, you sick, just vomit, nigga (like that boy!)
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| Drop G’s on 'em (bag dropper)
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| Breathe on 'em (take a breath)
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| Make me roll my motherfuckin' sleeves on 'em (shine, nigga)
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| Drop top V’s on 'em (skrrt, skrrt)
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| Achoo when I sneeze on 'em
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| Fifty shots when I pop, then I breeze on 'em (BOOM!)
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| Stop the bank, grab the dice, then I breathe on 'em
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| Ayy, ayy
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| Uh, from the stoop to the coupe (yeah)
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| Money stack from the floor through the roof (yeah)
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| Santana get loose like a tooth
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| They can’t hang wit' me, get a noose
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| Scorin', street ballin', no nets on the hoop
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| Niggas just start drippin', man, I been had the Juice (yeah)
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| Gotta respect what I do (what I do)
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| Like Spades, man, they all follow suit
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| You lyin' if you say the Set not the truth
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| Just look at these niggas now and you left with the proof (yeah)
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| Uh, Cam saw a star and showed the world my light (light)
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| And that’s when Dipset came to life (life)
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| I put in work, they can’t take my stripes
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| What matter what it cost? |
| Boy, I paid the price (yeah)
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| Jim was puttin' on, Zeek kept it strong
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| Everything’s forever 'til forever’s gone (damn right!)
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| Everything’s forever 'til forever’s gone
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| Fuckin' right
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| But forever may never be gone for us, ya dig?
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| We like grow up in that concrete like that rose, smell me?
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| We sorta like that coke, that fall in the pot and disappear but reappear like
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| crack, ya smell me?
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| We like that-that shot that hit you and you down for a minute but you open your
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| eyes a minute later
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| And walk yourself to the hospital, stitch yourself up, you smell me?
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| And nothing could stop us
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| Not even death 'cause we live forever, motherfuckers, ya dig?
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| Dipset! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dipset Forever , by - The Diplomats. Song from the album Diplomatic Ties, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп