| Pop trunks, get the top bunk, you only die once, the coward lives
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| I’ll die with a thousand grams while letting the powder fizz
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| That’s how it is, let Mr. Shade vouch
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| Yo, fuck that beef shit, that shit is played out
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| Beef is when all of them pass, easy like a walk in the grass
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| They keep telling me money talks, go and talk to your cash
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| Got all of that stabbed, same farce as my dad
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| Rest easy, pa, I’ma be parked in my bag
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| It gets greasy, right, a hard day make it an easy night (Yo)
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| Gotta visit the homie before he reunites, right (Si)
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| I ain’t seen him in a double
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| It’s still the same place since we was in the huddle, nigga
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| Ayo, rocking Billy, smoking billy, peace to all my billies
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| All these berries, got the biggest vein up in my bity (Boom boom boom boom boom
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| boom boom)
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| Kill your Ballys, Balenciagas got me looking pigs feet
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| 30 on me, fresh manicure, trigger finger itchy (Boom boom boom boom boom boom
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| boom boom)
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| Thousand dollar plates, you niggas never ate (Ah)
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| I drink a different kind of grape
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| I blast, nigga, MAC-11 on my bitch too (Grr)
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| Blientele blassic, Uber mounted on a big spoon (Ah)
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| Nina Chanels in my living room, Sean Price, MF DOOM
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| Niggas on the borner, everybody wooping
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| Heard somebody shooting, AK-47 (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot
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| doot doot doot doot doot doot)
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| Blow his brains out, way we booling (We booling) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song John Bena , by - Westside Gunn. Song from the album Fourth Rope, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп