| Yo, you should’ve fucking seen me, nigga
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| I step through, I had the
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| Reagan era sweatsuit on with the bucket and shit, knahmean?!
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| The fucking Clarks had the (?) strings in 'em
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| Yo, the shit was stup' yo
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| I told you to fuck with me, nigga
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| Man, yo, the shit was wild though, on some G shit
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| Make way for the marvelous
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| Cop so much Ace, they ran out of sparklers, word
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| Pissy hallways we made the offices
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| MAC in his face, you swear he had Parkinson’s
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| Niggas on the block say I’m starving 'em
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| Pardon my Jag
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| The roof I had shhhhhhh
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| Dapper Dan guts in the 88
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| Galliano sweatsuit, the little (?)
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| .40 caliber chrome, I shall roam
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| Seek and destroy niggas, demolish they thrones
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| MCM backpack with gats in 'em
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| Streets or prison, they both got plenty rats in 'em
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| If fly was a crime I’d be in maximum
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| Let me out for an hour, I might stab a nigga
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| Playing chess with other bosses
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| Made a few moves, realizing that they novice, yo
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| Hibachi shrimp laying next to swordfish
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| Gargle some Louie and spit it in ya fucking face
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| Enough face, let us get the plug
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| Roll ya body in a Persian rug, word to blood
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| Lanvin low tops with my two step
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| Smash ya favorite rapper like «who's next?»
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| Even if ya broke you better pay attention
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| Bear witness to the flyest muh’fucka living
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| Wipe my tears with 100s
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| Maybachs in 5 different colors
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| In the mess hall politicking dope numbers
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| I’ma rock my tans creased the whole summer
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| You can never live how I live
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| A million in cash, all 1s, 5s and 10s
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| A million in cash, all 1s, 5s and 10s
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| Bugatti bucket on the 33
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| Heard Tom Ford wanna murder me
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| Cashmere Pumas, 'bout to serve a ki
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| Biggest chain you ever seen on, getting my Kareem on
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| That’s posting
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| You see I’m Michael, left Fredo in the ocean
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| Am I my brother’s keeper?
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| Smoking Cubans with my feet up
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| They was still running the race, they couldn’t keep up, nah
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| Fed cover poses with my jewels on
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| 30 R6 shells’ll knock ya shoes off
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| Peruvian flake, great, let’s get richer
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| Your work stepped on, nobody fucking with ya
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| Mentality is like Escobar
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| Fresh off the boat, the cocaine Aston Mar'
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| Up in Bergdorf like a fucking addict
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| H buckle on my arm, I got a Jew habit
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| Maserati jeep, I gotta fucking have it
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| Dana dane, buy big boats like Kane got
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| Me and (?) grew up in the same spot
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| Niggas got fly off the same pots
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| I’ma be forever rich, Lord willing
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| Billion in the floor, million in the fucking ceiling
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| Even if ya broke you better pay attention
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| Bear witness to the flyest muh’fucka living
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| Wipe my tears with 100s
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| Maybachs in 5 different colors
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| In the mess hall politicking dope numbers
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| I’ma rock my tans creased the whole summer
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| You can never live how I live
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| A million in cash, all 1s, 5s and 10s
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| A million in cash, all 1s, 5s and 10s
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| Ayo, then, fuckin Donna Karan came through and shit
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| Hopped out the Lam', whatever
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| You know I used to fuck her and shit
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| Knahmean?!
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| We went to the Tom Ford show, knahmean?!
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| Yeah yo, I seen nigga, Tom Ford pollying
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| So you know I tried to make way over here
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| Niggas looking like «Yo, who the fuck is this nigga, man?»
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| Yo, you know me, I got in my feelings man
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| I punched the fuck out that nigga Tom Ford, man, yo
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| Niggas bum rush me
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| Kick me out the shit or whatever, man
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| But yo, heard the nigga Tom Ford nigga wanna get at me and shit
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| But knahmean, it’s nothing, man
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| I told that nigga City, man, knahmean, this shit handled
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| «What kind of mulignans are these?»
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| «They call themselves gangsters.»
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| «It's a new fucking day.»
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| «Fucking depressing.» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Messhall Talk, artist - Westside Gunn. Album song Hitler's Dead, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп