| Brrt
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| Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
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| Ayo, Ks out the Huracan
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| One nigga landed on the roof, word is bond
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| Fashion Week seats, I could’ve tripped the bitch
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| Whip the fish, leave the kitchen gave my wrist a kiss (mwah)
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| Phone click and shit, I got all of these licks to hit (hello?)
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| Griselda, bitch, you see we getting rich
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| My first day home, I got a Bent
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| Fiends on the doorstep
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| Which niggas stepped on my Waynes? |
| We left the porch wet (brrt)
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| Ayo, which niggas stepped on my Waynes? |
| We left the porch wet (brrt)
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| And what’s left of his brains was on the porch steps
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| Razor hit his neck and his vein, nigga, I tore flesh
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| Ayo, seen him on Perry, hopped out the Corvette (skrt)
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| His brains landed on Fairy he didn’t snort yet
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| Yo, Geiger, I need more checks
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| More less, we all fresh
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| Teaching '97s, I’m a rhyming legend
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| Youngin fired his weapon, and slide a shell inside your melon (talk to 'em)
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| The Wraith hold a miller, hold the shillings
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| Load the biscutits on codefendants
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| The loafers boa constrictor, the cobra lift up
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| The FNH and the 424, this just so pure
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| Pass shorty the plate, I told her sniff some more
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| The plug’s sister, we kicked his door and ripped his floor
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| We left out with grace and more
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| Celebrate with a fifth from the liquor store
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| Then sip some more (we drinking, nigga)
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| I pop biscuits off, your top, I lift it off, Conway
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| The world is yours
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| Rest in peace Bobby
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| You know what the fuck is up, nigga
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| Lalalalalalala
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| The world is yours
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| Nah, rest in peace Bobby
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| Real nigga shit
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| Haha, mob
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| Everybody wanna get rid of me 'cause they’re jealous of me
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| My whole life everybody’s been jealous of me
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| Everybody’s been worried about me my whole life
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| They’ve done this to me, they’ve done this to me
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| Don’t you call me weasel either, pal
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| No, I didn’t, I think you’re paranoid
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| You said, no you said it
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| You called me weasel and I heard you
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| I wanna sit down that chair
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| I wanna guide my men
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| I don’t want to get in there
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| I don’t want some guy, 7'4″, putting his dirty, filthy hands on me
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| I don’t want some guy, hillbilly, putting his dirty, farm hands on me
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| And I’m gonna tell you what’s gonna happen
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| I’m used to getting the handicap 'cause it’s 2 of you and 3 of us
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| It’s a handicap in Europe
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| Part Two
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| Look, AMG63 driver
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| Blood bottoms match the pedal, shit’ll screech tires
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| Please try us, nigga, we fire (we good)
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| Keep firing, no cease fire (brrt)
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| Fuck it, pull out his teeth with these pliers (hah)
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| You pussy, you can’t even take a seat by us (fuck outta here)
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| My respect not only demanded, it’s required (facts)
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| You fucking with a $ 2000 sneak buyer (uh huh)
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| Such and such and them was winning
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| Griselda leaped by 'em
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| Ayo, Club Salmon and oyster
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| It’s cocaine, shit, you can tell by the moisture
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| 3 man cells, I had the most mail
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| Selling cracks in the rain
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| Fiends on the Stone Island coat tail
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| The Bentley on Rodeo (skrt)
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| The Wang ain’t cheap, cop more yayo
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| Beat face Presi on the yard
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| Soon as the fucking doors pop, stab a guard
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| Beamer i9 with wire guts
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| I know some real dreads that’ll chop your arm off
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| For the fuck around, Lord, your time’s up, fire tucked
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| Rachel’s bouffant look, caught him at the showers for 5 books
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| Papi
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| Ayo, caught him at the showers for 5 books
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| Papi
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| You’re probably wondering why
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| Well you know, any time you manage winners
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| Any time you are a winner
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| Any time you are on top
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| There’s always controversy
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| Look at the New York Yankees
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| World Champions in baseball
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| Look at all the controversy they had with Reggie Jackson, Billy Martin
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| There’s always gonna be
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| There’s always gonna be people knocking you
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| There’s always gonna be people that are jealous of you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song RIP Bobby , by - Westside Gunn. Song from the album Hitler's Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп