| Ayo
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| Money green MAC-11
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| Money blue Tec’s, we chopping in the duplex
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| Running around like who next?
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| Pump in the London Fog 2X
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| Hit the kitchen, gave that brick a suplex
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| Cartier’s in vision
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| Water whipping, slaughter viscous (skrrt)
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| Fly bitch on the bottom
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| Sippers clocking chicken
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| Walking over water
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| Suede Giuseppe’s never wet though
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| Cuban links on top of Cuban links
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| Make my neck glow
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| Mommy said I’m special
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| I hit the block with the best dope
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| So many chains I thought my neck broke
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| Phenomenal rap nigga, we rocking those
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| Fill a blem, duffle smell like Papito’s
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| Come there got shown
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| Drive past doing donuts playing Donuts (skrrt)
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| Told her stop looking pretty bitch, roll up
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| Fiends on my leather heels, chill
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| Niggas sniffing fish outta thousand dollar bills, ill
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| I’m fresh and impeccable
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| I’m stressed stretching out the coke
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| Like Frank I gotta catch that boat
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| I need a new plug
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| Fashion week, got that Jimmy Choo love
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| I think it’s true love!
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| I’ve been looking hard as fuck
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| But ain’t nobody fucking with me!
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| Everybody talking fly now
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| But ain’t nobody flyer than me!
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| Skywalker got me in the sky
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| But ain’t nobody higher than me!
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| Violate then you gotta die
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| And ain’t nobody shooting but me!
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| Look at the sun (Griselda, by Fashion Rebels)
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| See how it shines on our eyes
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| We were never meant to see the truth in their eyes
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| All your life they brought you to believe in those lies
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| Come through and wack the block, then double bag the watch
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| When them niggas had the top, I was tryna crack the pot
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| They was tryna strech the truth (real talk)
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| I’m just tryna stretch the coupe (y'know what I mean)
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| Buttons in the steering wheel
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| Which one adjust the roof?
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| Talking 'bout my life but
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| What I say affect the youth
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| Everytime I hit the booth
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| Just respect the naked truth
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| Yo watch my wrist, catch the flu
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| Giuseppe shoe, electric blue
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| F’s on my belt and shoes
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| F’s on my record too
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| Niggas face time and tell
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| That’s why they say time will tell
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| Tryna stash what I but for real
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| Like tryna hide a whale
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| No I never signed a deal
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| Nigga I’m just signed and sealed
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| Lead fly, my home fire the steel
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| I sat behind the wheel
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| Movies like Tarantino
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| Pull up in the Benzino
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| I just fuck her throat
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| You love these hoe’s like Benzino
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| Cocaine buying out, Gucci store trying out
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| Champagne spilling like I’m tryna put a fire out
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| Look at the sun
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| See how it shines on our eyes
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| We were never meant to see the truth in their eyes
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| All your life they brought you to believe in those lies |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bon Jovi, artist - Westside Gunn. Album song Hitler's Dead, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп