| Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
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| Brr (Brr, brr)
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| Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
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| Ayo, niggas soundin' like this shit a style (Like this shit a style)
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| Rose AP with the Arabic dial (With the Arabic dial)
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| Broad day, do you foul (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, do you foul)
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| My last two whips cost me 400 thou' (Cost me 400 thou', skrt)
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| You know what time it is, my nigga, woah
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| This is night time, nigga, you know, my nigga
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| You know the fuckin' beat, my nigga (Yeah)
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| My niggas' niggas up late
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| No introduction necessary, you heard? |
| (Woah)
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| Ayo
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| We out the bag, I’m with the FLYGOD, niggas said they wanted that
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| Work up in the Glad bag, fuck the credit, comin' back (I see 'em)
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| Rock the Boston hat to match the red on my lumberjack (Fly)
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| Play the block, heavy daily, countin' fetty and runnin' laps (Run it)
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| Rainy days, was fuckin' bougie bitches on summer nights (Woah)
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| Tried to fuck her years ago, but now I don’t wanna pipe (Hahaha)
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| Down to feed the dogs, but still the ovens is butter white (Up and down)
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| Tryna get a order, Brock’ll hit you with somethin' nice (What you need?)
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| Four niggas rushin' in, weapons of some type (Boom)
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| Talkin' 'bout your shooters, we can get into gunfights (Bow bow bow bow)
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| Clint Eastwood, my eyes squint in the sunlight (Aimin')
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| And you can say whatever if the message is spun right (Whatever)
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| Snubnose sneezin' shit, gesundheit, lovin' life (Achoo)
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| Au Bon Pain slice, now I’m takin' another flight (Where)
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| Took the whole cum blast like the shit was blood of Christ (Woah)
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| Bitches who know me, I live a double life (Uh)
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| I bear witness to the FLYGOD, still we both is Gods (We Gods)
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| Fuckin' with the squad, it’s no beef, you leaving with open scars (Kill you,
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| nigga)
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| Legends stay quotin' my bars, weed smoke to stars (Smoke)
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| The architect from out the lodge, give a thotty a throat massage (Oh)
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| Woah (Woah)
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| Hold on, son, you got options here, you heard? |
| (Yeah, oh)
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| Ayo, Cern, brought the stick (Brr), my extraordinary art legit (The flyest)
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| Spark the piff, me and ya cutty while I walk this pit (Not for the cops)
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| Caught in the mix of the money, niggas dummies if you think I’ma call it quits
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| (Hahaha)
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| Cock and spit, shit fuck the arguments and the politics (Brr)
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| Niggas listen, I’m only focused on gettin' rich (Really rich)
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| Talkin' big rich (Uh huh) follow suit and get you some bigger shit (Double up,
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| son)
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| Hollow tip inside the Beretta clip, let 'em slip (What up, what up?)
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| Put you on the passage to Hell or Heaven quick, yo (Pew pew pew)
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| The coffee grinder never ground coffee, that’s the gift (Trap)
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| The NutraBullet ain’t for juicin' either, Magic mixin' this trap shit
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| Accurate fact list, MAC you lift for flippin' this nigga mattress (Boom)
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| Hammer face, I can weave the Arabic, mathematical practices (Math)
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| Satin pillowcases, fragrance is acid trip and half a brick
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| Smash it to fragments, bag this shit, cash click and the stacks captured it
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| (Money)
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| Gave her the capsule that had her lit, that’s the ticket
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| I got the shit wrapped in stitches, my nigga, I’ve mastered it, fast with it
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| Clash a critic, tell it to your face that your shit is porquería (Trash)
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| El 'Hustleo' el amor de mi vida estamos activos en la esquina
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| Nigga, listen, the semi go «Tra» like Don Chezina (Brra)
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| Niggas wantin' drama to pop, so I hold the nina (Boom)
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| Woah (Woah)
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| Ayo, niggas soundin' like this shit a style (Like this shit a style)
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| Rose AP with the Arabic dial (With the Arabic dial)
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| Broad day, do you foul (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, do you foul)
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| My last two whips cost me 400 thou' (Cost me 400 thou', skrt) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Banana Yacht, artist - Westside Gunn. Album song Hitler Wears Hermes 7, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп