| coming out the bottom of the mother fucking totem pole
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| calling everyone wo aint believe
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| like i toltd them hoes
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| now they on my scrotum so long its
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| lik i gotta blow
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| baby mama calling up my phone,
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| what the fuck you want
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| cause i dont owe nobody shit stop
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| askin
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| haters get off my dick, stop
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| gaggin
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| they know im schooling them, they
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| tell me stop classing
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| we already know that you the shit
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| stop gaggin
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| eck, and my flow is fucking sick dog
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| make a bitch cough like a sick dog
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| probably cause i spit raw
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| no fucking with this boy
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| other rapper more uncool than when the fridge off
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| damn i think my lids off, more
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| metal then sid freid
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| mind like a mother funking
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| unsolvable jigsaw
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| people ask my audience what you listen him for?
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| shit. |
| caUse i dont think lil waynes
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| come this hard
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| my God, them what that mean
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| since i aint son to no body, then i must b king
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| cocky with it, cause i know that
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| cant nobody stop me with it
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| wanna try? |
| be redy to die
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| kamikaze with it
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| fuck a prince, i know im real shit ya dig
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| cause anit no-mother-fucking-body
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| done the shit i did
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| im the man where im from, but they call me kid
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| give me the crown cause if not then we taking that bitch
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| mother fucker
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| 100 words running, 100 rapper
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| that i ate still in my stomach
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| and 100 other coming, hustling for
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| one-hundred a hundreds
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| i dont give a fuck what you say,
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| give me my mony
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| not college educated, but i can count a shit load
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| connected lik a constellation i can
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| get you shipped more
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| boy i do number with these verses
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| check the info
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| i m azeu A. R rits what the fuck fucks a pistol
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| what the fuck’s a white flag
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| what the fuck’s a price tag
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| what the fuck is beef? |
| fuck it show me wheres the mics at
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| i will tear each one of them mother fucker a nice ass
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| no homo cause we dont get dicked,
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| we aint lik that
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| nah bitch, shouldve hollered at me before
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| cause fuck you pay me is now my steelo
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| and that goes for promoter, for the shows
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| for the verses, for the hoes
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| for the labels, what you owe
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| bitch, give me my dough
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| im the big baller, shot caller of my age
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| 19 years old dwayne wade
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| and the eastside on my back, no matter what they weigh
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| cleverland number23 lik aint
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| know lebrob played
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| so whats up to all my friend who held me down since day one
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| telling them kells the hardest that
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| they come
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| gave the real what they want and i did that
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| so come and blow a blunt with your boy give it here let me split that
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| and i bet they wont forget
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| that
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| cause rapper forgot how to be real
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| forgot how they used to be before the deal
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| but i rember still
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| thats why im not a member of fame just a raw talent wo remember the game
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| and the name, azeu |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Remember the Name , by - Top 40 Hits. Song from the album Top 40 Hits Hip Hop, Vol. 11, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп