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Cirque Du Soleil Lyrics - Well Done - Statik Selektah & Action Bronson

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 

, gold in every filling 

bet they let you bring the crills in(?) 

No English, kill mad kitchen knives concealed in 

The staircase is where we earn the 

The lawsuits on the fine flesh feeding the fiend 

Light Caesar-covered skull 

Eyes are like the ocean blue 

Stay fly, rock Elvis, thats emotional 

Nice shirt, crazy hat, mean jacket 

Orange drugs 

if youre reppin for the team clappin 

With the capillaries, big gun, 

Tackleberry 

Tell the preacher at the chapel get the casket ready 

Two sevens 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 

97 Delegance 

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 Gracies on 

Omaplata, 

guard your nose, Haloti Ngata 

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 Im a hunter like a great white 

And a performer, never stage fright 

Im 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 

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