| Gettysburg fur civil war leather
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| Civilian women writing letters
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| Let us pray for rain
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| Till the hurricanes come, then we complain
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| Became too complacent with the pain
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| A failure to plan nigga plan on failure
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| What they tell ya?
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| Remembered like a memorabilia
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| Souvenirs the Bellagio, maneuver on Lears
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| Niggas Lumineer fake
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| Fake ya death, a near death experience awaits
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| Luminary, canary diamonds, pairing wines
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| Niggas little like ring bearers
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| Carry like a paul bearer
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| Paul Masson, saunas, get massaged often
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| Satin linings in ya coffin, die rich
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| Configure figures with my niggas I can buy a bitch
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| Configure formulas a scientist oblige a glitch
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| Piano wire, tire iron, so resourceful
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| Deutsche Marks hella gorgeous
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| You rap niggas Boy George eat ya porridge
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| To each it’s own, I don’t condone, don’t condemn
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| I’m fucking bitches like the Borgias tho
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| Fancy dinner tell the band to play the chorus slow
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| While I grind from behind on something so fine
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| Pour some wine baby, the navy blue fur
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| Confirm my order copping furniture it’s all a blur
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| Occurred to me in the wee hours, night/morning
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| Pouring Bushmills, dollar bills by the bushel
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| You get stabbed and drugged back, I’m non-friendly
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| The Moleskine chinos, the Tom Ford glasses
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| Looks can be deceiving
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| This (is) Underwater Basket Weaving
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| Frozen black finish on the M5 — breezing
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| Dollar bills and gun smoke
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| (its) Free liquor
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| Dollar bills and gun smoke
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| Free my niggas 4x
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| Wild nights on the town with your bitch nigga
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| Yeah —
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| Money for my niggas
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| Fine wine for the bitches
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| TCP — yall niggas know man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gettysburg , by - Willie the Kid. Song from the album Masterpiece Theatre, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп