| Fuck, ayo
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| Ayo, brr
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| Brr
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| Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom,
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| boom, boom
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| Ayo, I like to watch the body drop, I don’t got it all (Ah, brrr)
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| Chanel ski mask, look like I fuckin' rob (Ah)
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| Louis gloves on the Corbin, hit my niggas off (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot,
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| doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, bring)
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| Tote an AP, you know my wrist go hard (My wrist go hard)
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| Whip the deuce to a four-way, my wrist go hard (My wrist go hard)
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| My work crack, just bite the glass cutter’s hand open (Ah)
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| The doors on the Lamb open (Skrrt)
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| A hundred round stick, sound like a fan on it (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot,
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| doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, ah)
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| Medusa plates with the grams on it
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| My shooter doin' bad, I put two grand on you (Ah)
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| Let me do my dance on you (Let me do my dance on you)
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| In the gallery, you fuck Chanel up (Fuck Chanel up)
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| We the commissary lords, nigga, get your mail up (Get your mail up)
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| Triple deck yachts, get your sail up (Get your sail up)
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| Trash bag on it, better pick the shells up (Brr)
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| My side bitch want a lace front and her nails done (Want a lace front and her
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| nails done)
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| I love my side bitch (Ah), I love my side bitch
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| (Splash) I sell mine, though
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| (Splash) Ooh-wee
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| Prostitutes sellin' pussy by the parking meters
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| Taco trucks on the corner sellin' fresh fajitas
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| Burberry summer linen shorts, MAC stuffed between 'em
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| My city hot as hell, I live around a bunch of demons
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| Sixty white bitches in my cellphone, I’m Charlie Sheenin'
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| I’m servin' good burgers around this bitch, I’m Kel and Kenan
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| The jacket Bathing Ape, but my shoes Al McQueenin'
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| My bulldog a pimp too, 5K for his semen
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| His stud fee worth your plug fee
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| I’m in the Maybach, curtains lifted up, watchin' Rugby
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| I had to learn to hug the Glock, nobody hugged me
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| I had to learn to love the block, nobody loved me
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| My name enormous in the concrete
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| In high school, I blew the aux cord up with gasoline sheets (What's good?)
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| My barber only cut my hair with Supreme clippers
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| The Maybach break pads got Supreme stickers (Woo)
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| My lil' brother lost it all when the Ds hit him
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| Lil' nigga tried to tap dance with no rhythm
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| Shang Tsung, they done snatched the soul out his goals, nigga
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| Another ghetto book closed, nigga, ooh-wee
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| Griselda by Fashion Rebels |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lakers vs Rockets, artist - Westside Gunn. Album song Flygod Is An Awesome God, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп