| I got book rhymes, Crook lines, Built like tankers
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| Look Ma they took mines hook line and sinker
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| Big time thinker nailed in a pine box
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| Watching like a hawk kid, Seats in the sky box
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| Cut you with a dry ox, Slapped with a bank roll
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| Stank hoes on salary loving my lingo
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| Get money, Make moves, Burn more calorie
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| Bruise your anatomy, My atom is hard
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| Slam you on the granite damnit, Rap bandits at large
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| Pin metals on my chest, Stir up the hornet’s nest
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| Burn holes in your neck, Control your flesh
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| Fat back wheels, Crack kills children
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| Every time the mack spits in the back of the building
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| Splash with a feeling, You need a healing
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| Hot shots of sake, son, you can’t stop me
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| You can’t drop me son or cock block me
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| I’m powder puff so ruff, slot time, Dough rush
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| Hit my enemies in your guts, Cold crush
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| Rib cage blow up, Everything’s hurricane
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| Red beams tear your frame, My dick game’s never lame
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| Slang right, Daylight, Hot grease and egg whites
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| Hog mics all night, Fisticuff dog fights
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| With Dillinger’s, Motorized mouth out the cylinder
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| War tone, Guerrilla hormone, Vast in the ominence
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| Dance with the Ramadan, Throw ya’ll armor on
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| Gift wrap your karma strong, Shots out in Lebanon
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| LeBron James, Golden Arms, Large Professor, Niggas cocaine niggas
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| Classic, classic, classic, classic
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| Classic, classic, classic, classic
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| Classic, classic, classic |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song New Classic , by - Large Professor. Song from the album Dopium, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп