| Stay on that cold shit
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| Watch who you roll with
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| Keep your mind on your figures
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| And your fingers on the trigger
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| I rock the 'D' had like Doughboy did
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| I’m splittin bitches splendid
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| I’m spendin dollars at the Spinnaker
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| Apple cider vinegar
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| You can’t convince me
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| The scent indicated indica
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| King senses
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| Silk scarf came from India
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| I’d rather fuck a Joslene than Irene India
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| I’m superficial
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| Sue me
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| Play the Ocean like George Clooney
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| Casino
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| Clams Casino
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| I see C-Notes
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| Vanilla notes in my Chardonay
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| My naysayers
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| They saying never while they favorite rappers do the Ne Ne
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| My neighborhood The Wire
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| Cause every name it ain’t no WeeBay
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| And every bitch and no Bae niether
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| They knew my name
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| My name this nigga ringing at Nordstroms
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| I’m pullin foursomes
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| Three whores at Four Seasons
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| Pour some Riesling
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| Put your arm in a sling
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| My nigga sling dope
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| Fuck per diem
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| You see em
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| Japanese denim
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| I never lived it
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| I’m a live it beloved believe it
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| I need Bulimis in Belize
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| Cheese Blitz
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| Bulletproof Beamers
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| Bullet shells fingerprintless
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| One blink and its complete blackness
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| Apprentice
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| The crown prince TCP
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| It’s penicillin
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| Bitches peal they clothes off
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| You fallin off
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| I am the end-all be-all of all beins
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| I am the fire the easy rider that’s ridin the spirit the eye thats on top of
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| the pyramid
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| All seein
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| G-O-D takes the day off and calls me in
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| Uh
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| I’m the race winner the straigt sprinter
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| The drum
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| Flip you in reverse like Rae Sremmurd
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| I’m sunk in the seat in the Benz thinking about todays dinner
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| Do todays dinner friend then I’m taking em out for somethin to eat
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| Reapin the benefits I been official Master
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| P of this syndicate shit
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| My penmanship pen and pixel
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| Nickle Ryan is signed M-Seal 10 fold
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| Grew up with a sweet tooth for Kim Field’s French rolls
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| The Facts of Life is this toolie just wants your folks dead
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| Word to Tootie we turn students to coke heads
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| Your girl’s studious maximus glutious I sieze her
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| And take her back to Julius word to Max Julien
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| The briefcase handcuffed to my left arm
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| You like a joke recycled dope
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| When you was younger
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| You was up under the microscope
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| Now you stepped on
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| Like if I kicked my girl out
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| Ever car in my name for that reason
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| I groom her well
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| I teach her every time of year is Neiman Saks season
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| She act up I leave her on the clearance rack at Bloomingdales
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| Now she’s in the market to hang with marks who ain’t doin well
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| And before I’m fake I’d rather get no cake
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| I been this way
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| Since me in La was in the Lexus in the front of the Ebony Showcase
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| You know where I come from
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| I stay on that cold shit
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| The OGs told me watch who you roll with
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| Watch them niggas
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| Watch them bitches
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| Keep your mind on the figures
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| And your fingers on the trigger
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| Niggas know where I come from
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| I stay on that cold shit
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| The OGs told me watch who you roll with
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| Watch them niggas
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| Watch them bitches
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| Keep your mind on the figures
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| And your fingers on the trigger
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| Keep your mind on the figures
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| And your fingers on the trigger |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Watch, artist - Royce 5'9. Album song The Fly 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп