| Hahaha man yall niggas gonna get it man!
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| Ahahaha. |
| nigga I will fucking kill you
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| Ayo we about to chinchilla the cloak
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| We leaving them with not a scintilla of hope
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| I said fuck it yo we bout to chinchilla the cloak
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| Ayo we leaving them with not a scintilla of hope
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| Next year nigga chargin a milla a quote
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| Not a scintilla of hope
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| I said next year nigga charging a milla a quote
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| Not a scintilla of hope
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| Yo I was born with umbilical choke
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| Picking up on every dirty subliminal joke
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| Doing thirty while I’m sipping a Pinnacle float
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| Matter ov, uh! |
| signing off on a cynical note
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| Ayo a nigga don’t believe in tittys, A cups to triple F’s
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| Don’t believe in asses, 'less the shorty pass the ripple test
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| Losing faith in freckles my nigga, dimples next
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| Been a doubter since, writing curses up in the simple text
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| On the Mac, Performa to be exact
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| Knew he had some shit that a performer couldn’t reenact
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| 5th grade, same crew E and Matt
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| Skip to junior high, wish the nation could see the pack
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| I was fondling a breast and blouse, but still plotting to be the best in house
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| Like rap alumns of George Westinghouse
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| Less in doubt, heard he had Tourette’s and shouts
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| Twenty expletives before the teacher pulled the lesson out
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| Nope, but we be on a villa and locs
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| In Anguilla sipping sarsaparilla and Coke
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| Shorty press a quesadilla and grill up a goat
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| Too trilla let me feel her and drill in her throat
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| Cus E got an EGOT, a baddy out in T-Dot
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| Tighten up a t-wat sign off on the pre-op
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| Clinic for the triage, drove her in the Fiat
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| Midwest biatch, she call Matt, Mi-att
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| Hit the kiosk, got a charm for your naval
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| Skip the veal parm, and eat farm to table
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| Conditions unstable plus I heard that MRSA back
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| He got cursed with a pus filled bursa sack
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| Worse in fact even got a nurse to yack
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| They all dispersed like he just unearthed the mack
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| Perhaps, we used to ball in Kiwanis
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| Had them straight-backs like Udonis, I promise
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| Ya man.
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| Sippin on that 74 Crown know what I mean
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| Just thinking to myself
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| You can do a lot of shit in a year nigga
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| Cloak boys going sick
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| Yo we’d die for that cloak shit man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Scintilla , by - The Doppelgangaz. Song from the album Parts Unknown, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп