| I move chickens on the strip like pot pies, coke in the pot rise
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| Diamond cuts clean with peroxide, what if-what if would have let Pac drive
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| Ice the G-Shock glide, all blue like Megan Fox eyes
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| Small fry you a smart guy
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| Should know I ain’t bringing champagne when sparks fly
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| Still can’t believe King of Pop died
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| No tears, my heart cry like when my pops died
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| Hood is like the BET Awards
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| Everyday I hit the stage fiends see me they applaud
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| No diploma we got GED awards
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| Keep it comin boat loads don’t let TNT aboard
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| Left hand Tec blam at your best man
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| Leave 'em dead chest red like he Mef Man
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| Less grams, check scams is the next plan
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| New Lam', the Toyota like the Lex Land
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| Let’s rise to the occasion
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| Tuxedo, my ego and slide in a pair of gators
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| In the kitchen pies we bakin'
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| No time we facin', gold times we lacin'
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| Yeah, this here’s a celebration
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| This here’s a celebration
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| This here’s a celebration
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| Cigar smoking make a toast to eliminations
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| Let’s rise to the occasion
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| Tuxedo, my ego and slide in a pair of gators
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| In the kitchen pies we bakin'
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| No time we facin', gold times we lacin'
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| Yeah, this here’s a celebration
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| This here’s a celebration
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| This here’s a celebration
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| Cigar smoking make a toast to eliminations
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| I ball hard as the concrete
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| Keep a day job on the dark street
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| Pots, I drop cane like I’m a part of the Heartbeats
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| Make you duck, choir boy, when I palm heat
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| Pardon me, my chronic exotic like a palm tree
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| Cavalli kid, she said I slid I probably did
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| Ocean drive, I got my eyes on Versace crib
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| Shotty head, hit the corner like niggas gotta give
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| Wear cargos and Go-hards 'till every pocket big
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| I’m with the boss of the bosses
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| True Religion, Ralph Lauren, the horse of the horses
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| Carrera GT be the Porsche of the Porsches
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| You married to this shit, don’t be forced to divorce it
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| You ain’t strong, I’m the wrong pick to take on
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| Niggas’ll blow out your candles and have your cake gone
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| You niggas is ass, straight thongs
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| I hear my name every other minute like Drake songs
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| This here’s a celebration
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| Everyone at the table appears to be celebrating
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| To determine the dedication
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| Was determined, dedicated to just make it
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| No hesitations, stay hungry and humble
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| Turn into Tarzan just to make my way out the jungle
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| Ready to rumble, they either hate you or love you
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| There’s times I stay in the house just to stay away from the troubles |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Celebration , by - Vado. Song from the album Slime Flu, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп