| Seen it like a 50 inch zenith, believe it
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| Ha, okay
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| Uhh, easy morning like the sound of the loot
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| Know I’m tryin' to keep the low like the crown on the Coupe
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| Company is Lisa Bonet down to the groove
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| All type of round of applause round up the stoop
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| Live out the K with it
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| Talk or rhyme draped in it
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| With OGs bless the infinite, they say they gracin' it
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| 9 to 5 forever, the last of the livin' glare
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| I’m tryin' to put a mil in the bank and forget it’s there
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| If Henny turns green, I’m Raphael with a bottle
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| I hit a lick and flip it and divvy pies in the pothole
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| My brother’s keeper like there’s three others and they colors deep
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| Like if we undercover where the streets want us we
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| Something like nothing you heard
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| A bundle of words or a duffle of birds until you cut a u-turn
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| I send a kite up to Jehovah and thank him for all his blessings
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| And beg of him to bless my friends with Smith & Wessons
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| It’s a war goin' on outside, no man is safe from
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| Where .45's and coke lines’ll leave ya face numb
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| Seen it like a 50 inch zenith, believe it
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| With at least 250 on the table for the sneakers
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| Seen it like a 50 inch zenith, believe it
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| With at least 250 on the table for the sneakers
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| Seen it like a 50 inch zenith, believe it
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| With at least 250 on the table for the sneakers
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| Ayo, I need Yuma’s for a cheaper ticket
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| All praise is due to the niggas whippin'
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| Free Chapo, he got caught slippin'
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| Niggas alive but ain’t livin'
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| You better know the difference
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| 20 pounds on the Megabus, I’m on a mission
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| So many dishes in the kitchen, shit crowded
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| Taking bigger steps to get richer
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| Guy Fisher in the Off-White Pfister (Skrrrrt!)
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| Your bitch is lovin' a nigga
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| Frank Matthews, cash rules
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| My nigga been runnin' since last June
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| The jean suit makes it casson
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| Switch the loafers on the Bent'
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| My (?) that nigga ran flow so ignorant
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| Amiris cuffed on the (?)
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| Bvlgari bucket on I’m so Gilligan
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| I call it how I see it
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| No PSI, that nigga ether
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| You niggas can’t keep up
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| Banana yellow Goyard when I re’ed up
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| Hit the dope with the remix
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| Took a nine out, I’m strategic
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| Felix meet you in the Jeep Benz
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| Get a free TEC, each ten
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| It’s a war goin' on outside, no man is safe from
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| Where .45's and coke lines’ll leave ya face numb
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| Seen it like a 50 inch zenith, believe it
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| With at least 250 on the table for the sneakers
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| Seen it like a 50 inch zenith, believe it
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| With at least 250 on the table for the sneakers
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| Seen it like a 50 inch zenith, believe it
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| With at least 250 on the table for the sneakers |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 50 In. Zenith , by - Westside Gunn. Song from the album FLYGOD, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп