| Shamed on, played on, mothafuckin' hated on
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| Hated misery so I keep my company gone
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| Six blondes, no bras, beggin' me to fuck 'em raw
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| Only with a rubber on, get served, volleyball
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| Sick world livin' in, pissin' in the whirlpool
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| Last dollars on this coffee table, but I’m good
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| Hand to the sky, prayin' like Christ would
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| It’s hard to level when all of us harvest from the ghetto
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| You are fellows, get marshmallow, get so sparrow
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| Wakin' up on God’s green, bloody on your knees
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| This malt liquor vendor sell it to you, no ID
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| These young niggas high on pills, they don’t want degrees
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| My art speaks, illustrated it on a beat
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| If all fails, at least I lived with memories
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| Judgement day, the only day of death,
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| So mothafucka don’t you test me, nigga.
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| (Chorus)
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| I can’t, won’t win a break,
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| You a real hater I can see it on your face
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| You don’t want to do that (do that)
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| Mothafucka you don’t want to do that (do that)
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| Nah, been hustlin' all my life, I want to do right
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| Roll to success only way to survive
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| So I got to do that (do that)
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| Yeah I got to do that
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| Mothafucka let the angels sing!
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| Do that!
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| Let the angels sing!
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| Do that!
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| Apollyon’s theme…
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| How you say you innocent, illegitimate children
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| Anger hurts, who feels it? |
| All this resentment
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| Fuck 'em
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| Middle finger, never bent
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| Only at the Lord’s gate
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| Judging me to let me in
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| It’s funny when these federal bills
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| Spinnin' from ceiling’s
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| Since they figured it in, backs turn, no friends
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| I’m only human
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| Flies down to tell us actually we all die soon
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| Like Giannoni no istopes
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| Hard body, funerals invite only
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| Body eroded, get you burried with black roses
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| Time told by the rolly' quarter on my arm
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| Fifty thous' peep the Reaper blinded by your charm
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| Get money like I’m Jewish
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| Cheaper than the newest on my girl
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| Indian style, like Buddhist
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| Hair to their booties, that’s my Call of Duty
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| Mothafucka toodles…
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| (Chorus) (x2)
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| I’d rather spend my life, my life, my life, my life duckin' one time (x2)
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| I’d rather spend my life, my life,
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| my life, my life, my life, my life, my life duckin' one time!
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| I’d rather spend my life (x2)
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| One time!
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| I’d rather spend my life (x2)
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| Duckin' one time!
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| I’d rather spend my life, my life,
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| my life, my life, my life, my life, duckin' one time!
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| One time! |
| (x5)
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| Uhh, Apollyon’s theme… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Apollyons Theme , by - Tyga. Song from the album Rack City, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп