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IP:
Lyrics spit wit tha mildest, ya hoes childish like she hasnt hit puberty//
amusin me jus a show usualy, these thoughts confusin me// so i stay mixed up, my flows froze ya nedd to get fixed up, let me twist these spliffs up, get these wiffs slut, sliced wit a swift cut// lift up ya pussys damp, dont push me tramp, ya might get stamped// u already been labeled, sippin whiskey off of my naval, only fuckin whenever able, my true emotions were under the table// entangle my ignorance wit cables and squeeze, my patience can freeze, leave u waitin to breathe, left me takin tha grieve, i get better by bakin my trees// my love was never endin, now im never sendin, ill be forever grinnin, its always bliss in the beginning// its rainin and its cold, so i was told, hoes keep changin so stay blowed, so stand tall and speak bold, under tha pressure i fold, i poisoned tha blow off tha dresser i sold, wanna know how my anger flows// through thoughts that i sold to tha paper, soaked in wit this pen now its vapor, just another one of lifes capors, papparazzi always wanna tape-us// but aint nobody stoppin me, i can kill wit tha same vengeance i can heal with apothecary, drop-ya-heat// my visions got u surrounded, my wisdom keeps u astounded, my invision teach u to pound-shit,my blind side keeps me bounded, but i discover profound-shit, spit crown-clips wit round-tips// sound rips tha sweat-out-of-ya-pours, now you in-debt-askin-for-more, bet you regret-strappin-indoors, now you in-bed-scratchin-them-soars, my lead-attachin-to-whores, gregs-cash-is-stackin-in-stores// off of this simple plan-i-had, wit gun-in-hand-im-mad// but i keep it professional, i serve like anyone deserve tha congressional medal, snatched it in sneak now im pressin-tha-medal// got you quivering, deliever-me from my prison of chilvary, concealed wit hilary, you thought youd seen but whod you really see, escaped in-case somebody tried killin-me, always a fat sack when im dealin-weed, dont care how many hoes are feelin-me, none so far how many did you really-think, silly-shrink// i dont need therapy, i need you to quit scarin-me, you practice herasy and all i need is some sara-lee,fate pairin-me up wit these carin-g's// not wearin tearing-jeans,,just baggy, sagging got spray paint somebody tag-me. |
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