Bore Balboa - Antracit lyrics

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Bore Balboa - Antracit lyrics

Verse 1 : Bore Balboa Uđen u kafić sa devetkon , stavi pare na stol Dobit ću 50 000 ako domaćin zabije gol Prestat ću repat, ne da mi se više Uvik u svom filmu ka antwon fisher Ovo sranje je tvrdo , tvrđe od dijamanta Non stop dilan žuto, zovu me fanta Ako prednjačiš za respekt dobiti ćeš po glavi Mirišen na novac, smrdin po travi Prestali smo brojat pare,baci automate Sad ih važemo,100 kila eura,50 za me, 50 za te Reci lavu da su kuje počele lajat plavcimat Triba im zavezat jezike i držat ih na lancima U konobi inox bilog,crnog i opola Pišen mafijaške scenarije ka francis ford coppola Svrbe me dlanovi, past će neka para Pauci u stanu,past će suttra Jauci u mraku, gansi u kvartu Skansi u ministarstvu Nosin parku u parku Vozin terenca, u gepeku 20 kila kokaina Svaki obrok, bar 100 grama proteina Refren : Raekwon Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal n***as up in the trenches Army coats on, playing the benches Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow Verse 2 : Ghostface k**ah Yo, we in the back roasting marshmallows Bottles of Krug The dialogue is the big chain n***as is rude Law library scholars, potatoes over the thirty-eights With bald-heads, all live wires Eleven homes, six trust funds, came home from doing a dime We just left Un's, straight up And we standing over the stoves, in denim Gibaurds Brought a Dairy Queen to Queens right next to Lowes IMAX Theatres Astoria Waldorf Philip Drummond suite, pretty young thing s**in' my balls off Bubble baths, hash, zooted up, eyes closed Silk drawers, fronting in my key-lime pie Wallo's And I still got a half a ki indeed, Frank Lucas sh** Hid it in coffins, flying over seas And if you ever try to ruin my knight I'ma make sure my best pawn put like three in your kite Shot caller, laying in big lofts Rock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, k**ing like Orca Daytime hawker, a nasty street author Me, Rae and Rick, uzi'd out in the porches Case we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-Jamal I'ma Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball Cause I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect I hunt you down Ain't a muthaf**in' crew we can't run through Refren