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Islander
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What Are The Lyrics For Islander By Wiki?
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An island trying to peep the horizon from the highest peak in the sky and Puerto Rico, Ireland, Manhattan chimed in by him every place I been Can't replace my hiding place where I arrived in Give you a taste of the pace on this Island, little giant, little defiant Really a riot spew the saliva lived with the jews man a Upper West Sider Mixed in the stew and he tired Shout Carlos man also a writer, Shout stop also a writer It's the truth I admirer chill with my boo how I'm wired Don't know what to do when he fired up Strut up with the mutts through the fire Yo Wik what's going on man? Talking to A That's my OG gave me my name Must been 13 first hit him with game Said rap about you so I spit bout the train Decade later Wik you goin' sit and complain? Damn Come on man what do you like? I like the 1 train, bagel with lox, crushing the mic I like the sunset on the Hudson look at the light He looked at me like, right? why you still pouting? Ain't listened kept listing what I was about and Aight aight aight I like Sunday dinner lounging Posted at the crib kids clowning Change for the bus scrounging City park kids running through the fountains Man I like the mountains Mountains? My man ain't no fucking mountains in Manhattan |
Who Wrote Islander By Wiki?
Alex Brady Epton, Antonio Hernandez, Patrick Garland Morales
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What's The Duration Of The Islander By Wiki?The duration of Islander is 1:57 minutes and seconds. |
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