| Marvel at the marble, marvelous mahogany floors
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| I need mosaics on the vases, evasive
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| Faces of Medusa what I’m used to, complacent
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| Sharp as a lance, on point like a lancet
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| Enhancements, handmade ceramics antique standards
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| Speaking Spanish, a patient man’s antics
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| Reserved parking spots in the lots behind behind the annex
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| Bands for the buffies alias upon my amex
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| She begging me to trust her on a hammock popping xanax
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| The money was the buffer that absorbed the most damage
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| Unscathed, Willie not a scratch upon my armour
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| Sipping Arnold Palmer camouflaging, karma came to get me
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| Get me Guatemalan bitches, we in the Galapagos
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| Guava in my vodka, some guap for the zapatos, throwed
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| Humping hoes, my humble abode
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| Twin wood grain refrigerators, stainsless steel stoves
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| Sterling silver silverware, I’m dancing on these bitches
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| New beamers, semi-automatics in the Bally
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| Duffle definite, hustle more steam muscles pay the mortgage
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| Money orders Corrlinks, push button Porsches
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| Portraits, gorgeous
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| Scary like the mortuary terrace, carry grudges like the rabies
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| Reliable blades, rap rabbi, double chop ribeye
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| Live from Roppongi, you punk motherfuckers, (my) chain
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| Dangle like a bungee cord, whores fall to my feet
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| Undefeated, undisputed, deeply rooted
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| Ayo this spliff look like a shrimp with a shit
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| Spent a grip on the droptop whip with the lip
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| If I was black my waves would spin
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| Better than a day would win
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| Got the burnt autumn follicles engraved in chin
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| My knife-work like Hiroyuki Sakai
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| Vocals got me all expenses paid, boat trips to Dubai
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| Fly Emirates, now the shorty’s thighs spreading
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| On bedding, they got a hundred thousands threading counts
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| It’s 10am and I’m already on my seventh ounce
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| 10:30 I be up inside my pigeon’s house
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| When it strikes noon, light the flute
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| Bite the fruit, inspired by the loot
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| Throw your mamma off the roof
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| Then got upset cause I spill soda on my shoe
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| These are shark, now I guess I gotta wear 'em to the park
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| While I’m shooting jumpers with the arc
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| Olive oil voice, poise
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| Pipe the Caucasoid, until the whore make a joyful noise
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| Fill the void, my head embroidered in the coin
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| The gun and the groin interjoin
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| I moist the woman’s loins, Helen of Troy, I’m a sex toy
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| Mama’s boy, foreign car convoy
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| The chrome of the alloy, annoy that’s an asteroid
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| To bring the black boy laughter and joy
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| Hoping in Utopia, the flow this is opium
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| You bagging bush weed, I’m clone like a Kush seed
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| You fleed as the bullets are freed at good foot speed
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| And breeze, the need to see you bleed is appeased
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| Victory is seized, the displeased live with the disease
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| Please give me 40 feet like a centipede
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| Look distinctive, the link that’s a nigga trinket
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| My slut twenty-five she lust to be fingered
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| Lick off a shot, call it cunnilingus
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| Kinda cunning, we’ve come to an agreement
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| Sign off on that in the morning
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| It all looks good
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| My lawyer’s talking right
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| About 700,00 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Medusa , by - Action Bronson. Song from the album Pearls, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп