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Текст песни Arena

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  • Bobby Ray Jr. Simmons
  • Lukasz Gottwald
  • Henry Russell Walter
  • Clifford Joseph Jr. Harris
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Bob - Текст песни Arena

If anybody feeling fresh in the building
Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say, damn, I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
I know they feeling me now

And if you too fresh in the building
Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
I know they feeling me now

And I'm still here with a lifestyle you would kill for
Still here with the same shoes that I had on from the get-go
Straight out of Atlanta, Georgia, for any of y'all that didn't know
And I'm never that hard to find because 420 is my zip code

But back then couldn't get dro 'cause back then I was this broke
That's why I got so many hustles, bro man from the fifth floor
What would you do in the middle of the winter
When the sun goes down and it gets cold

Growing up in a house with no stove, no doors
No walls, no windows and my brother was always fresher
I would go to school in his clothes when I did go
So that's why now this the type of life that I live for

Coming up as a youngin', man some nights I would vomit
I would throw up on myself 'cause I was so sick to my stomach
Now I'm the shit, fix the plumbing, feel with my y'all, I'm this close
Spent my whole life chasing chips, where's Nabisco

My past memories, I miss those
Hey, all I can say is you get what you wish for

If anybody feeling fresh in the building
Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say, damn, I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
I know they feeling me now

And if you too fresh in the building
Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
I know they feeling me now

I'm fresh off my pit-stop, flow airtight with no Ziploc
Get shit pop when my shit drop, no hip hop, this Tip hop
I'm back, standing at the tip top where I belong, it won't be long
'Til you hear me on a B.o.B song, some chick getting my skeet on

To touch the sole of my feet, G you gon' have to get your reach on
I'm up all the way high, all the way fly on the ground and I'm off the radar
Bernie Madoff money, dawg got killers paid off with it all
I got the juice, could you place a call and we place a call to who place a call

Don't get your part and not too hard, I disregard what you sayBob - Arena - http://ru.motolyrics.com/bob/arena-lyrics.html
Back up the trunk and pass the buck, here's where I'm stopping today
Got swag all on me, homie, can't wipe it away, we too ill, ill
That's how we got arenas, domes and stadiums filled, how you feel

If anybody feeling fresh in the building
Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say, damn, I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
I know they feeling me now

And if you too fresh in the building
Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
I know they feeling me now

And I'm still here in a black whip from the Strange Clouds
And I'm still here with the same team, nigga, stay down
Still here for the east side, ain't a thing change but the bank account
Hands high when I come 'round 'cause I'm killing this shit nigga, hands down

And I go hard, my passport's like a postcard
Give a fuck if I'm solo, I'll go toe to toe with your whole squad
With the soul of a soldier but even still I don't want no parts
And no niggas with no hearts, you cock suckers need throat guards

I'm thrown off for the most part, a young dog with an old bark
Flow dumb but I'm so smart, I compose art, call me Mozart
My nightlife's like a soap opera with two chicks like it's Noah's ark
They got nice dresses with no bras with good bodies like, oh god

From a poor child to on top like a mohawk
But I always knew I'd go far like a gas truck with no park
So no applause, hold the applause
Just put your hand up if you know the song

If anybody feeling fresh in the building
Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say, damn, I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
I know they feeling me now

And if you too fresh in the building
Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
I know they feeling me now

If anybody feeling fresh in the building
Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say, damn, I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
I know they feeling me now

And if you too fresh in the building
Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
I know they feeling me now

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