What It Is: accordi di
Brabo Gator
Brabo Gator

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Tonalità: D minor
Verse 1
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Probogator motherfucker,
I am out my mind
I'm a motherfuckin' beast,
don't get out of line
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I'm so divine with these rap lines
that I be spittin'
Whether friend or foe,
I'm better than my competition
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Ain't no contenders on my level,
I am that good
Southside, Henny, Yacht,
I'm from that hood
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Let it be understood that
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I will never take a loss
I'm cuttin' throats over money,
I'm an underboss
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No man above another man,
that's a hard to run
One squad under God,
never rippin' fraud
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Deep in my heart,
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I know I'm mortal like my cousins do
I keep it true,
I put my love up for my revenue
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I'm keepin' money over bitches,
fuckin' with them bad
These women want me to trust,
but I never care
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I'm a grown man,
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I can do without the hoes
The only woman I can trust
Is the motherfuckin' woman
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I came out of
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I need drugs,
my stress level maxed out
Subtracting deals from my profit
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when I cash count
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I'm mashin' out in supercars,
check my whip game
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Big chain, got rocks that
look pissed -dame
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Yellow diamonds runnin'
parallel to white stones
I got the club on the thinkin'
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that the lights on
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Microphone money,
got these rappers pissed off
They talkin' good game, I just left off
Rob a bagel, my rap bus rockin'
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A full speed ahead,
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friend folks couldn't stop me
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Big money, I can fit it in my pocket
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If I see it and I want it,
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I'm a damn show copy
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What it is?
Big rim, all my cars choppy
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Whip game king,
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hoggin' lanes when I got me
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What it is?
This song, you don't wanna be my topic
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I put you on the map
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just to wipe your ass off me
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What it is? You feelin' brave?
One shot, you better miss me
My target locks and destroys
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if you diss me
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Bitch, please, my rap bars are uncut
Say my motherfuckin' name
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an d get fucked up
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I'll hold you nuts if you
wanna get a guillotine
A guillotine,
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any braveheart that intervenes
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Think you can beat me for my crown
and your fuckin' dreams
Battle the king and get your
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high hopes over in
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I'm on top with a crown like Xerxes Church please,
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this 300 couldn't hurt me
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See my fourth language English,
ain't it funny?
Third German, second Persian
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for my first language money
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Big money, Persian mafia,
beef never worries me
I bet your last name dies
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if you murder me
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Turban hit squad, mind frame emergency
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Ask the Jews, we hope Russia's for eternity
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I want Jerusalem,
I'm big checkin' platinum flag
Judas ass sayin' nah's,
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better stand back
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Cash rats runnin' rap, all deserve to die
Try to fuck me,
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I'm a money -earning circus ass
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I burglarize what you love
if you test me
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Blood bands big enough to ride a jet ski
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You best believe I ain't no
artist you can jet lead
My game colder than that
ice under Gretzky
Rob O 'Banner, my rap bus rockin'
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A full speed ahead,
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rimbows couldn't stop me
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Big money, I can't fit it in my pocket
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See it and I want it,
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I'm a damn show copy
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Big rim, all my cars choppin'
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Whip game king,
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hoggin' lanes when I cock it
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This song, you don't wanna be my topic
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I put you on a map
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just to wipe your ass off me
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What it is, what it is, what it is, what it is
I'm the truth, I put it on my mama
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Jelly roll swag, rims cuttin' like katanas
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Got my hip in H -Bama,
full of choppers, jail dramas
Say you want a side gator,
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but you check this in a comma
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What it is, I need two of em,
rap songs too buffin'
Call up and read the grids,
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tip a bitch, choose somethin'
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My shoes cut, car sittin' up,
manute somethin'
Manute four,
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rims swole on the coupe tuckin'
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Trade out a cash bill,
but I ain't young fuckin'
Fuck my contract up and
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I'ma bust somethin'
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Ass fifty, you don't want my talkin',
focus dead
I got that muscle, man,
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lookin' he the youngin'
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I'm the best in the game
since the best left
The best left, I'm ninety -six
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when he faced death
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I'm who he left behind
to finish up his vision
If you disagree with me,
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I don't value your opinion
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I'm a living legend,
that's why the industry threatens me
I'm an underground rapper,
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but my daddy up in heaven
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Sending blessings in my direction
with motives of reperfection
The microphone, my weapon,
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and these rhymes are the infection
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No vocabulary intended to bury the binary
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Of the lost souls, so fuck the Illuminati
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I got a holy war to finish,
the public shall bear witness
To a soldier on the front line
sittin' twenty -six
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I'm coming to an end
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Realize what I could have been
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I'm coming to an end
Outro 1
I admit I've lost control
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