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Tryna spit from my salivary glands
I got a itch, sip a 40 with my bitch
And get rinsed, water spoutin’ from the sink
My death wish on some next shit
Don’t blink, you might miss it
Set a target up, runnin’ out of ammunition
Aimin’ at yeah abdomen leave ’em bagged in an acquisition
In the acura, fuckin’ bitches with stamina
Stab em back in the scapula, body bags in a bad position
Watch your nike checkers, we wear sketchers
Light em up when he steppin’
Boy, drench your weapon
Blood spilt from the chalice, you witnessed the toe taggin’
Gang signs with no peace, embodied in cold malice
Left field, ’95, 808’s and gun crime
Mollywop a bitch, cause I couldn’t get her to unwind
Fuck with the shits, we up, so take a hit
Hands up, tell the pigs that we burnin’ this shit
We see the doobies in the stash pocket, loonies in the ash vomit
J’s linin’ up like 23’s local foot locker
Dark window tint wit’ a dark widow chick
Witty dark immigrant, so you know where I rest
Meditated with the monks, Buddha bagged in the chest [to be continued… album coming]
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