| I pull off with my nigga finna throw a fit
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| I pull up on a bitch, I don’t say shit, she gettin' in
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| But I had to kick her out cuz I ain’t tell her ass to get in
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| I embarrass her in front of her little friends
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| You see, I do a lot of shit now just because I can
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| I could kill a man with my bare fuckin' hands
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| And I don’t need a gun to fuckin' help with my defense
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| You play with me, I’ll hang 'em up on the front fence
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| Leave it up to me, I’m Terrortuga Man, the prince
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| And I don’t give a fuck about nothing but a spliff
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| You switch it back to us, my whole squad smokin' ghost dust shit
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| Couldn’t pull my damn blunt with a tow truck
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| Leave it up to me, I smoke the whole thing, one puff, I had enough
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| I ain’t finna mingle with no fuck boy
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| Which one Imma hit first when I come for 'em?
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| Can’t sit back, bitch I’m trynna go and look for 'em
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| Squad said to chill man, them little niggas ain’t that important
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| I said yea, you right my boy, now it’s time to get to smoking
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| See me on a mountain looking out, I’m cold as Nova Scotia
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| You can sip some lean, little bitch, I drink my own potion
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| All these little niggas don’t even know where they goin'
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| I trip a fool so easily cuz he don’t know what he doin'
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| I make a make a new tag and lay it up on you prick niggas
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| Don’t come asking me about shit, I don’t talk about nothin', nigga
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| I think I’ve seen too much, I’m trapped inside a trip, nigga
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| Now I be zoning in and zoning out until I see the children
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| Now I feel a little better, I’m smoking on the ceiling
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| I’m like Mifune I ain’t puny
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| I’ll surround your building
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| It’s just me, and my shadow clones, finna get 'em
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| You see me chillin' on a ship, smokin' on a twister
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| She got respect for me, look how she call me «sir» and «mister»
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| I’m like chill bitch, I’m young, but I dig the gesture
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| Now pull up to the show, look like Limp Bizkit in it
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| You see, the line too long, they think that Kurt Cobain up in it
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| I’m like the new Foo Fighter, I don’t like to fuck with niggas
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| I been through shit that took the pain up off my whole picture
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| I turn the other cheek if she pass a swisher
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| I’m Mr. Excellent, Philosopher, Professor
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| I’m not easily impressed, I’m pressin' extra pressure
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| I pull up and make a hater wanna find the exit
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| I’m headed back to Texas but I ain’t got no ex’s
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| Who is Rob Dyrdek’s friend? |
| Bitch I’m more reckless
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| I pull in, doin' 100 through whoever’s section
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| I ain’t switchin' back for nothin', Tortuga heaven
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| I run this whole damn city cuz nobody livin'
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| I clean the blood off my door, cuz here come the children
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| You give no fuck about no hater, nor no imitator
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| When you the only damn captain sittin' at the table
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| You bitch! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Philosopher's Throne , by - Xavier Wulf. Song from the album Tundra Boy Season One, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп