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Correct Cirque Du Soleil Lyrics
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Correct Cirque Du Soleil
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One of the few dogs that pulled through the Mike Vick fia Yo my fault man, my fault One of the few dogs that pulled through the Mike Vick fiasco Heart of a lion with the strength, straight outta Glasgow Pudzianowski, known to let the guns loose Everybody smoking cigarettes in jump suits Kosovo to the basement of your building Terrible dentistry, gold in every filling Cut ‘em a deal bet they let you bring the crills in No English, kill mad kitchen knives concealed in The staircase is where we earn the degree The lawsuits on the fine flesh feeding the fiend Light Caesar-covered skull Eyes are like the ocean blue Stay fly, rock Elvis, that’s emotional Nice shirt, crazy hat, mean jacket Orange drugs if you’re reppin’ for the team clappin’ With the capillaries, big gun, Tackleberry Tell the preacher at the chapel get the casket ready Two seven’s hit the third one on the river Chicken liver dinner have your Jewish mother sitting shiva ‘Cause the kid was a putz Hit the clutch, spin the tires ‘til they smoke disappear into the dust, uh Dive in the muff break the pussy like an Asian cookie You the type to shave your face to make your anus bushy Tie a knot in your shirt right by your stomach You make me wanna vomit, steady getting blunted The diesel sweet and sour, the blunt vanilla Twist it to perfection, gentle hands, still a guerrilla I’m at the villa, ’97 D’elegance The Pelican Brief, you rapping with irrelevance Hard to kill, call me Mason Storm Your basic elevate my skills to the type of shit that Gracie’s on Omaplata, guard your nose, Haloti Ngata Total knocker, seldom sipping Stoli Vodka Making maneuvers for myself out on a late night The year been great right? Trying to get the plate right ‘Cause I’m a hunter like a great white And a performer, never stage fright I’m outta Flushing, Queens Shoot your gun if you love the smell of money Love the taste of good weed, vintage in your tummy Love a bitch with good puss diggin’ in her bunny Peace to gettin’ money, peace to gettin’ money Yeah, Flushing, Queens, outdoorsmen shit Yeah, Action Statik Selektah shit Kill yourself now
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