| Just bounce it out
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| I wanna know it
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| Just break it down
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| I wanna…
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| Bloody paint, all up on the wall like its Cobain
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| 808, ripping through the floor like it’s demo day
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| Showing face, just to shut his yap if he baby brain
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| Lazy train, getting head inside on a rainy day
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| If they hear you but don’t see you, then you fighting rum from rain
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| Open throat to enter fetal, you been lying on the drain
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| I’ve been biting at the pedals, popping daisies out the lane
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| Mu-mu-murder motherfuckers, 'till I get finally get my day
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| Tryna rock inside a world that only turns for war on oil
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| Give my peace to the broken soil, pump MC’s like I’m on that raw
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| I’m a rock inside a world that only turns for the rich in law
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| Till I’m overseas with a broken jaw and that crowd go bump on an open tour
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| Ain’t gon' stop till my feet fall off and an ankle break and I see that dawn
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| Take and take 'till I make my cause and my life gets lost in a 16 bar
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| Squeeze my lungs like rebels took the kingdom
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| I’m smoking at the funeral, you fuckers need some incense
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| Open up no chance he ever lack to get it moving (I wanna)
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| And bounce it out bitches forming packs to see the movement
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| We break it down fucking up your system with the ruthless (I wanna know it)
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| Its 808, 3 6 triple one so fuck the music and-
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| Open up no chance he ever lack to get it moving (just bounce it out)
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| And bounce it out bitches forming packs to see the movement (I wanna know it)
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| We break it down fucking up your system with the ruthless (just break it down)
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| Its 808, 3 6 triple one so fuck the music and- (I wanna)
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| Cold wreck it until I neck it, young chopper doing it proper
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| Wear triple rubbers up in ‘em, no swimming unless she copper
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| In her arm and I’m winning, blow back and I’ll bust a bitch in
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| In real life I’m just a boy, but on microphone I’m the Michelin
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| Three stars tada back of a crap car
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| Some naughty boys painting heaven got girlies like ‘87
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| Tango up on a table and lift her up if I’m able
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| Her parent calling my phone but my Nokia leave a tone
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| I just wanted to be alone —
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| The motherfucker do everything on my own, pioneer and —
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| I’m still steering direct the vessel, and pushing power to pencil
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| You tried to direct the mental but couldn’t steady the stencil
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| I tell my stories she acting like I’m a veteran
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| Up on my lap like a child was taking their medicine
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| Open my brain she might blow it like Tommy Ketamine
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| Direct the fire I’m higher and that I’m adamant
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| Open up no chance he ever lack to get it moving (I wanna)
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| And bounce it out bitches forming packs to see the movement
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| We break it down fucking up your system with the ruthless (I wanna know it)
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| Its 808, 3 6 triple one so fuck the music and-
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| Open up no chance he ever lack to get it moving (just bounce it out)
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| And bounce it out bitches forming packs to see the movement (I wanna know it)
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| We break it down fucking up your system with the ruthless (just break it down)
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| Its 808, 3 6 triple one so fuck the music and- (I wanna)
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| Just bounce it out
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| I wanna know it
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| Just break it down
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| I wanna know it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bobby Sox, artist - Triple One. Album song The Naughty Corner, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп