| Kick cack ce cool, watch a nigga get it
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| I be all around the city with the semi naughty crippin'
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| All the homies say I’m different, police say I raise suspicion
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| Buy a million dollar home and blow my dome to paint the kitchen
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| Bitches like, «Is that Venetian?»
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| Niggas salty when they meet him
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| Cause they never finna beat him
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| And they’ll never get a feature
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| I’m a star, tell Billy I’m a bill him for the sneakers
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| You conversin' with a nigga, better be about the green
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| I’ve been broke, I ain’t goin' back
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| Rather go to Calipat, or murdered while I’m shootin' back
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| Call me King Latifah
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| If we talkin' bout your bitch and she a keeper
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| Better keep her in the house
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| Watch your mouth
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| Don’t be screamin' from the bleachers, nigga
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| Is it real?
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| Is it? |
| Is it real?
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| Is it real?
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| Real, real
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| Is it? |
| Is it real?
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| Is it real, real? |
| Is it it real?
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| Real, real, real
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| Real, real, real
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| Real, real, real
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| Real killer shit, real nigga shit, real militant
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| Once you get addicted to it
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| Is it real?
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| I just wanna be DaVinci baby
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| Why they wanna kill me baby?
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| Feelin' like a pop star, music drive a nigga crazy
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| Think I’m finna pull a Wavves on the Primavera stage
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| On some prima donna shit, finna throw it all away
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| I don’t need no accolades, boy I’m here to act a fool
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| Ask about me, had the shotty, robbin' niggas at the school
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| Me and Pac Slimm, we been shootin' since the Vans song
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| Pullin' any trigger that a nigga got his hands on
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| Lookin' at my vida, all this money, all these visas
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| All these mothafuckin' mini mes I know they wanna be him
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| Either with it or against it nigga, ain’t no in-betweenin'
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| If you say you wanna kill the man then dump it when you see him pussy
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| Is it real?
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| Is it? |
| Is it real?
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| Is it real?
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| Real, real
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| Is it? |
| Is it real?
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| Is it real, real? |
| Is it it real?
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| Real, real, real
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| Real, real, real
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| Real, real, real
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| Real killer shit, real nigga shit, real militant
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| Once you get addicted to it
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| Is it real?
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| Once you get addicted to it
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| Once you get addicted to it
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| Once you get addicted to it
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| Once you get addicted to it
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| Once you get addicted to it
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| Once you get addicted to it
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| Once you get addicted to it
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| Once you get addicted to it
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| Once you get addicted to it
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| Once you get addicted to it
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| Once you get addicted to it
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| Once you get addicted to it
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| Once you get addicted to it
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| Once you get addicted to it
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| Once you get addicted to it
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| Little sunshine
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| Fed up with the gun violence
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| Fed up with the old rules
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| Fed up with the youth dyin'
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| I just wanna live forever
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| I just wanna live forever
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| I just wanna live forever
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| I just wanna live forever
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| Fed up with the songs singin'
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| Fed up with the gang bangin'
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| Fed up with the same things
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| Fed up with my life changin'
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| I just wanna show you better
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| I just wanna show you better
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| I just wanna show you better
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| I just wanna show you better |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Prima Donna , by - Vince Staples. Song from the album Prima Donna, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп