| Uh, vision like Tarantino, Tarot card said I’m a leader
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| On terrace blowing reefer, this shit might just blow your speaker
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| Sit back, recline my feet up, bitch so bad she get a D+
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| Don’t let them lies deceive ya, ain’t no preacher go’n free ya
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| No limit young miller, walked the Earth like Godzilla
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| Frequent deposit gain and profit like some God niggas
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| We be the topic, open optic see the large picture
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| Don’t need facade we going hard don’t let the law with us
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| Go go til' I’m finished, yeah, my eyes like Forest Whitaker
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| Step through lookin' sinister, she bless me like the minister
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| Stomach for my dinner plus why y’all fools lookin' thin as fuck
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| 'Chout for my agenda breh
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| No seconds I’m a winner, yeah
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| Nigga grip, apply the pressure, load the clip with sixty rounds
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| Niggas frontin' on the set but, yeah, I bet they see me now
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| Niggas flip up off the shit but bet that shit come back around
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| Spent a check upon the set I think we blew like fifty pounds
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| Put the bag out, I can’t do the cash out
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| Never was a trick ain’t spending shit for me to smash out
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| Smokin' 'till she pass out
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| She sippin' to the last drop
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| Pimpin', see me walkin' with a limp
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| Yeah, I’m the man now
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| Herbal essence henny sippin' copped a pound of smoke don’t flip it
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| Nickname Iron Man the legend in the game like Cal Ripken nigga
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| Twitter finger dissin' kidnap him, we get him missin'
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| Resurrect the Junior M.A.F.I.A. |
| the new age on commission
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| Know these chicks in the snow they like to sniff that powder
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| I’m finessin' up off the green you know I love the sour
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| My niggas call me for the flex I showed up in a hour
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| You know we gettin' to the checks that paper came with power
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| Kickin' bitches out like Pam nigga, I ain’t call a cab
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| New York gritty in my veins don’t get ya lil' homie smacked
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| Blow the reefer by the pound
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| Propeller flying off the gram, circus niggas fuck with clown
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| My team the lion tamers style
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| Thoughts is worth a million, I know pennies out my mouth, yeah yeah
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| I twist my wrist I’m whippin' nigga never drought, yeah yeah
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| That beemer dippin', reefer kickin fuckin' loud, yeah yeah
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| And all my kings is on a mission for the crown you hear me now
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| Nigga grip, apply the pressure load the clip with sixty rounds
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| Niggas front it on the set but, yeah, I bet they see me now
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| Niggas flip up off the shit but bet that shit come back around
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| Spent a check upon the set I think we blew like fifty pounds
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| Put the bag out, I can’t do the cash out
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| Never was a trick ain’t spending shit for me to smash out
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| Smokin' 'till she pass out
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| She sippin' to the last drop
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| Pimpin', see me walkin' with a limp
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| Yeah, I’m the man now
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| Yeah nigga I’m the man now
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| Slippin' thats a man down
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| Sippin' in this bathhouse
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| She quick to pull her pants down
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| Gotta keep my distance cause these girls think I’m their man now
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| Circle don’t get bigger
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| No new niggas on my campground
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| Yeah nigga I’m the man now
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| Slippin' thats a man down
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| Sippin' in this bathhouse
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| She quick to pull her pants down
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| Gotta keep my distance cause these girls think I’m they man now
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| Circle don’t get bigger
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| No new niggas on my campground
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| Nigga grip, apply the pressure load the clip with sixty rounds
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| Niggas front it on the set but, yeah, I bet they see me now
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| Niggas flip up off the shit but bet that shit come back around
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| Spent a check upon the set I think we blew like fifty pounds
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| Put the bag out, I can’t do the cash out
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| Never was a trick ain’t spending shit for me to smash out
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| Smokin' 'till she pass out
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| She sippin' to the last drop
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| Pimpin', see me walkin' with a limp
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| Yeah, I’m the man now |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Final Destination , by - The Underachievers. Song from the album Renaissance, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп