| Uhh
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| Yeahh
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| Oh we do body bags in the winter
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| Yes sir
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| Get you a right nigga to do it
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| Yeahh
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| Woke up smelling gun powder
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| Didn’t wanna smell it no more so I blew a blunt of sour
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| Take three months to devour
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| The city of Chicago
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| Diablo in the shower
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| The late can’t cool niggas off
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| Play roles in the movies
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| But pussy can’t fool niggas dog
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| Fuck Chiraq
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| Put the sun in my backpack
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| So much shit going on I wanna go back in my dad’s sack
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| But since I’m here I’m something to fear
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| Looking way ahead of me nothing is near (Bang!)
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| Gun shots that make you jump in the rear
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| Blast from the past passing the grass up at the pier
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| Call me Mr. Grand Avenue
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| I blow two grams and laugh at you
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| You know what’s going on when I blam at you
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| Vic Spencer the worst rapper that hurts rappers
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| You in the dirt faster
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| Bodies in the dumpster with the maggots
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| Have you dying like Chris Farley
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| Poor on the Harley
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| Until somebody departs me
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| Have you dying like Chris Farley
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| Poor on the Harley
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| Until somebody departs me
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| Take shots like medicine and get all ball
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| Get the shit the fuck out of here I’m better than all y’all
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| I be the one that’s gon deliver whenever y’all call
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| Working the kitchen funkier than chitterlings and hog maws
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| Y’all when I think about what rhymes with Vic Spencer
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| Tryna figure it out, smoking weed from my dispenser
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| They unappealing why my flow rifle so vital
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| Have you danced on the ceiling like some throwback vinyl from Lionel
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| My pants sag even though I got on the Gucci belt
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| Cause I let them see it just so I can see how they coochie felt
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| This is the flow for the hotter mama
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| The dollar dollar
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| Milk from Cambodia
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| Powder water from Guatemala
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| OG and I’m making dollars like I was drag racing
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| Hop out the phantom in my pajamas at the gas station
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| Don’t talk no shit cause eventually you gon starve me
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| And mentally you gon charge me
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| To a Spencer and we gon party
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| Have you dying like Chris Farley
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| Poor on the Harley
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| Until somebody departs me
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| Have you dying like Chris Farley
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| Poor on the Harley
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| Until somebody departs me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mortuary, artist - Twista. Album song Crook County, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп