| Charge a picture like Goku, nigga
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| My clique stay focused, bifocals with us
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| Keep blue flags on us like O.T. |
| Genesis
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| Yo bitch stay open, I swan dive in it
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| I live my lyrics, all facts, no fiction
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| If the shit get written, then you know I did it
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| Sip Act' by the ounce when the Tech go missin'
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| Bought a whole quarter pound when the OG hittin'
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| My name hold weight, I don’t need no weapon
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| Make one call nigga, bet the beef get deaded
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| I’ll kill, guarantee ya, I don’t need no lesson
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| Been winnin' all year, need to count my blessings
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| Took a whole year off to relax, I’m chillin'
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| I’m back, feel the heat like a fire in the kitchen
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| Get no sleep, nigga, but my passport fillin'
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| Got the two seat Z, you can’t ride with me, nigga
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| Got the Goose down bubble, I’ll be fine in the winter
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| But it’s fly, we fly just to change up the weather
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| You get high on your supply, you ain’t makin' no chicken
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| You a lie in disguise, got the X-Ray vision
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| Tell ya nigga stand down 'fore his son go missin'
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| Like a merry-go-round how the drum be kickin'
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| Every nigga get a turn when the shit get lifted
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| Too weak to hold a clip, I let the 730 get it
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| Stone cold killer, one of one, can’t mimic
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| Coupe, no ceilin', got a red bone in it
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| All about the green like Draymond with it
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| Pull up with a big K, no K-Mart, nigga
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| I don’t like to talk, let it spray, my nigga
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| Broad day, my nigga, gotta claim my dinner
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| I was in the dark, then my brain got bigger
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| Then the lanes start switchin' and your main start missin'
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| Drip, drip, drip, I’ll finesse and make a flip
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| Tisk, tisk, tisk, always hatin' like a bitch
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| I fucked the game up, my nigga, no glitch
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| We took our struggle and turned it to bliss
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| I paint her face like she playin' with Kiss
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| I’ll see no change without takin' a risk
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| Fuck all the fame, I want real happiness
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| They be icin' they chains, but they still sad as shit
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| Soul already gold, I don’t need no bling
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| Had to stay up on my toes, black swan with the team
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| Once you see the king, it’s a pawn in their genes
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| How I rose from the ash, got God in my genes
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| Gas in the stash when I ride with the green
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| Had to link my nigga Dash for the loud like a scream
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| Standin' in the path like he tryna make a screen
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| How you end up in the past and your life but a dream?
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| Bitch, on God |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stone Cold, artist - The Underachievers. Album song Lords of Flatbush 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп