| Brrt
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| Ayo, ayo, ayo
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| Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
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| Ayo, every other second, fiends knockin' at the door (Ah)
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| All you heard was Valentino screechin' on the floor (Ah)
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| Hangin' out the 458 with the .44 (Skrrt)
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| Seen Flee up the block, the nigga hollered, «Lord, Lord» (Lord, Lord)
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| Banana clip out the MAC-10, my niggas score more (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
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| Floor seats, watchin' LeBron, I left the fourth quarter (Ah)
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| Johnny Dang neck, spent a quarter on water, uh (Ah)
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| Balenciaga bucket, meet the black Tom Sawyer, uh
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| Ten minutes before lockdown, grab the Goya', uh
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| Kinky fuckin' gook, I’m upstairs fuckin' Toya, uh (Ah)
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| Poured up the middle, Bubba Chuck for the Hoyas, uh (Swish)
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| Blew his head off, crack the safe for the lawyer, uh (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
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| Fendi from the booster, Hi-Point with the booler, uh (Mmm)
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| Makin' Salaat with twenty shooters next Jumu’ah, uh (Brrt)
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| Next shot, Joe Dumars, uh (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, ah)
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| Ayo, from the three, all net, Isaiah Thomas (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
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| Fashion Week, me and Kim Jones with the chopper (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot,
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| doot)
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| Dice game, Saint Laurent down, pulled out the whopper (Ah)
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| Who you be? |
| Walkin' on water, I be the opulent (I be the opulent)
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| Left wrist, right wrist, I better lock this shit (Whip)
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| Too much Ace, I threw the roofs up (My roofs up)
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| Ferrari with the roof up (Skrrt)
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| You niggas talk too much (Talk too fuckin' much)
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| A hundred bricks, got 'em flewed up (Flewed up)
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| Too much Ace, I threw the roofs up (My roofs up)
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| Ferrari with the roof up (The roof up)
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| You niggas talk too much (Talk too fuckin' much, uh)
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| A hundred bricks, got 'em flewed up (Flewed up)
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| Rick Owens trench, touch the hem (Touch the hem, bitch)
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| Stove God, I cleanse the kilo of his sins (Hallelujah)
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| Holy water in the pot, spin, I’m locked in
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| The last blocks that landed, they stamped 'em with John Lennon face (Woo)
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| Only blue notes, my young boy got us up like two more
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| I seen him shoot seven left-handed, Toni Kukoč (Brrt, boom, boom)
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| Cocaine Moses, I part the ocean
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| Drive a whole brick through in the Lotus (Woo)
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| These niggas bogus (Niggas bogus)
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| Wockhardt in the cream soda (Pour it)
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| Versace cap and gown, I got a water whip diploma
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| Whatever charges they throw at you, better hold 'em
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| Could’ve fought his case, I guess he’d rather fight his way up out a coma (Brrt,
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| haha)
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| Shoot the building, stash box built in
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| She said the runway for her, but I keep you filled in
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| Shit, I’m on my way to close a deal
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| If Columbus could steal land, bitch, we can steal land (We can steal land)
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| Drop top came with the bees like Candyman
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| Parked outside the Waldorf Historia
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| Bangin' half a mil', countin' half a mil', it’s glorious (This shit is glorious)
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| Long way from bundles of boy inside of the foreign (Woo)
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| Dope fiends' arms tied up like Ultimate Warrior
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| I put a stove in the studio
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| Whip it, then I no-look dish it like Ricky Rubio (Like Ricky Rubio)
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| I’m 'bout to buy a hundred shares of Hulu (Go)
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| Magic with the chickens, we doin' voodoo
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| We gon' be filthy rich, we make it through these nine exits
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| Balenciaga Tyrexes, flexin', Stove
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| Too much Ace, I threw the roofs up (My roofs up)
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| Ferrari with the roof up (Skrrt)
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| You niggas talk too much (Talk too fuckin' much)
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| A hundred bricks, got 'em flewed up (Flewed up)
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| Too much Ace, I threw the roofs up (My roofs up)
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| Ferrari with the roof up (The roof up)
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| You niggas talk too much (Too fuckin' much)
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| A hundred bricks, got 'em flewed up (Flewed up) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bubba Chuck , by - Westside Gunn. Song from the album Flygod Is An Awesome God 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп