| The bottle’s out
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| The coked up models out
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| To be honest that ain’t what I’m all about
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| The goonies out
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| The intelligent girls with the booties out
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| Looking like a movie now
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| Everybody moving now
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| You know Droog’s got the loosies out
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| The dealers out
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| You just gotta feel 'em out
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| You know they trying to move the loud
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| Look
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| Even the writers is out
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| Not the type that write about what you read
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| Seem more like the sniper type
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| Get it in the height of night, dead of night
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| Let 'em light L’s in the club
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| Let 'em cyph it’ll get 'em hype
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| The bag’s out
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| You rolling up the damn blunt
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| It’s looking like a dad pouch
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| The cats and the drags out
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| Shave but the stash out
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| The ravers out, the skaters out, the haters out
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| The haters getting truck slapped
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| Kids all about the paper route
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| If you a weirdo put your hands up
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| If you got a ego just stand up, man up cause
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| I know you shook shit sticking to the book bitch
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| I don’t give a fuck about y’all
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| Cause I got my whole crew coming son
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| Everyone of them is like every night in the tunnel in one
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| I know you shook, shit sticking to the book bitch
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| I don’t give a fuck about y’all
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| Cause I got my whole crew coming son
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| Everyone of them is like every night in the tunnel in one
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| Slicky’s through, oh shit Mykki’s through Blanco
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| I’m voguing, type of shit Wiki do
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| I’m posing looking like a pretty bull
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| Shirt off, tattoos on my titties too
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| Slicky’s through, oh shit Mykki’s through Blanco
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| I’m voguing, type of shit Wiki do
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| I’m posing looking like a pretty bull
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| Shirt off, tattoos on my titties too
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| I always pity fools, I was pitiful
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| They don’t know how to act, always grill at you
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| Then I rap all them syllables
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| Back at my pinnacle
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| I’m bashful, granted you
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| After I’m back, to Madison street not the ave
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| I speak to my lads, it’s 88 deep out at 88 Palace, yeet
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| Game face looking like I’m going weep
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| Listen to the beat, bop to it
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| Don’t drop the handle
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| Camo pant beef brocc on the dance floor
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| Can’t handle your liquor or you’re in a pickle
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| When it hits you, it gets you sick, it’s a little dribble
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| To the bathroom, long lines getting sniffled
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| That’s why I piss in the bottle in the back
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| And yell «Ballin'» throw it in the trash
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| I know you shook shit sticking to the book bitch
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| I don’t give a fuck about y’all
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| Cause I got my whole crew coming son
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| Everyone of them is like every night in the tunnel in one
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| I know you shook shit sticking to the book bitch
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| I don’t give a fuck about y’all
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| Cause I got my whole crew coming son
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| Everyone of them is like every night in the tunnel in one
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| Slicky’s through, oh shit Mykki’s through Blanco
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| I’m voguing, type of shit Wiki do
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| I’m posing looking like a pretty bull
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| Shirt off, tattoos on my titties too
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| Slicky’s through, oh shit Mykki’s through Blanco
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| I’m voguing, type of shit Wiki do
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| I’m posing looking like a pretty bull
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| Shirt off, tattoos on my titties too |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pretty Bull , by - Wiki. Song from the album No Mountains In Manhattan, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп