| Live from West bumble fuck
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| Hard dick and bubble gum
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| Fuck a bitch, champagne bubbles becoming cumbersome
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| Ruffling the feathers, no cumberbun
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| I’m camouflaged, camel toes, get the cucumber in the coupe
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| Incubating, beta-Carotene, ten karats for the pinky ring
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| Popping rose, a pocket full of posies
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| The Prince never pose, you niggas feminine like Tabitha, do the algebra
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| Let 'em slide like the abacus, scavengers, die at the feeding
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| Reading palms like the Book of Psalms, firearms
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| Scan like a sonogram, granted, the countertop is granite and all the bitches
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| topless
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| The Bruce Wayne beamers, the James Bond watches, this cognac taste ancient
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| I don’t laugh at all the riddles, a true, villain like The Riddler
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| Deprived of my Ritalin, get you riddled with bullets, rather vehicular
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| For Val Kilmer money, a killer like Phillip Kipland
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| I’m on the pier with my peers, pouring vodka pear infused wearing jewels
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| Pet names for my Uzis, floozies, Jacuzzi tubs, milk baths
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| Bad bitches laugh, Lagavulin, Haliburton money ' who you fooling?
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| Halal tuna, cognac, halal tuna
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| Ghetto Gambino’s cognac, halal tuna
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| Ghetto Gambino’s cognac, halal tuna
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| Ghetto Gambino’s cognac, halal tuna
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| Ghetto Gambino’s cognac, halal tuna
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| Ghetto Gambino’s cognac, halal tuna
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| Halal tuna
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| Dover sole fillets, souffles, flank steaks
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| 50 bucks for all the doormen, duets on my duvet
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| Vaguely, no Vans on, Vanity Fair fly, funny niggas shoes on, Channel jewelry
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| Judge wise at the brewery, vanilla porters, creme brulee stout
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| Something outstanding, niggas stand for nothing
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| Fall for anything a thief’s theme
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| Plays at the beggars banquet, missing anklets
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| Blankets, complete tipsy off the whiskey
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| Keep a keepsake from Poughkeepsie sea salt
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| Tequila shots, shrewd as a gypsy
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| My bitches kissing, Giuseppe slippers, Bill Bixby
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| Bullet proof, shatter proof glass, brass fixtures
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| Salute the chancellor, stallions, think as Shabba Ranks dancers
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| Money in my pants, I forgot about feed the poor
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| I need rapport out in Paraguay, guava nectars
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| Couple karats in the scepter, I’m so receptive
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| Shake dice, epileptic, cigar smoke
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| Halal tuna, cognac, halal tuna
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| Ghetto Gambino’s cognac, halal tuna
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| Ghetto Gambino’s cognac, halal tuna
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| Ghetto Gambino’s cognac, halal tuna
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| Ghetto Gambino’s cognac, halal tuna
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| Ghetto Gambino’s cognac, halal tuna
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| Halal tuna |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Halal Tuna , by - Willie the Kid. Song from the album Masterpiece Theatre, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп