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Sammy Adams |
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Comin' up, comin' up. |
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Yeah, Boston |
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Matty Trump |
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Yeah, uh uh, uh, uh |
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I'm comin up, |
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I'm comin up on it |
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Running airlines from |
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LA to Boston |
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Can't stop and |
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I told you |
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I promised |
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So you ain't gonna hear nobody that's hotter (hotter) |
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Hear nobody thats hotter, ain't nobody that's hotter |
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Nobody hotter, ain't nobody thats hotter |
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What up haters, |
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I'm back so hows my **** taste? |
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I'm spitting grimy, like mouths without toothpaste |
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Never thought of mixing blood with my confidence |
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She was in my city, showing love to me's the consequence |
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Cause my wills coming, whether or not you're liking it |
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Felt like the tip of the pen that checks the counterfeits |
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Like, your girl ain't never heard of me |
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Sike, 'cause she'd probably search the world for me |
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Ha, ha, ha, ha |
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I laugh on tracks |
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You burst face to go hard cause your ass can't rap |
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About to take all, see the stripes and the stars on my window |
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Plane flying on the air pitch dark |
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I'm comin up, |
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I'm comin up on it |
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Running airlines from |
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LA to Boston |
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Can't stop and |
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I told you |
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I promised |
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So you ain't gonna hear nobody that's hotter |
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Hear nobody thats hotter, ain't nobody that's hotter |
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Nobody hotter, ain't nobody thats hotter |
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I told my parents that |
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I was gonna get some |
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Hop on stage and get higher than a jet, son |
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Getting love told me why you never getting none |
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Born to the game, never pose as a step-son |
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I'm that new to i |
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Tunes, what's next ****t |
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Rewind that track, what time before |
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I exit Like |
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I could give a ****, really what y'all think |
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Destiny is blessing, bartender give me a tall drink |
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So I could fade out, dreams of being played out |
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City radio |
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I'm good and look at how |
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I made out |
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Uh, on the stroll my path's paved, telling me to do it all up |
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So now I'm off stage, taking shots, |
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I'm just trying get in cage |
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Coming up bar, see the numbers on the fan page |
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Can't stop cause they want 'em on the airwaves |
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Late night in |
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Boston, west coast in the |
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LA I'm comin up, |
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I'm comin up on it |
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Running airlines from |
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LA to Boston |
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Can't stop and |
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I told you |
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I promised |
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So you ain't gonna hear nobody that's hotter |
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Hear nobody thats hotter, ain't nobody that's hotter |
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Nobody hotter, ain't nobody thats hotter |
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And my sky line's so contagious |
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Jet fuel on my tongue, ain't hungover cause |
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I'm wasted |
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Chewing on success, so close |
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I can taste it, |
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Came too far, homie feel like |
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I'mma make it |
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Yeah, and you know |
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I'm gonna get 'em |
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Agencies hawking, never can forget 'em |
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Slowly moving strong in positions that |
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I'm winning |
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Better let em know (Sammy Adams yeah tell 'em) |
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I'm comin up, |
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I'm comin up on it |
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Running airlines from |
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LA to Boston |
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Can't stop and |
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I told you |
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I promised |
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So you ain't gonna hear nobody that's hotter |
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Hear nobody thats hotter, ain't nobody that's hotter |
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Nobody hotter, ain't nobody thats hotter |
