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Ahhhhh ahhh Ahhhha Shiiii Damn I got venom Bars scary when I spit em Shoot for the top and on the way it just might hit him Oh no broken bones fatality as a finished (Ahh shit) The only time I seen it snow in Cali was in a kitchen (Damn) Little fly over but the real ones get it (Oh they get it) See the vision, locking it in for the chicken (For the chicken) Ask me how I'm feeling, I'm feeling just spiffy (Just spiffy) I'm from the homelands where we speak a lul different Yaddamean? Is he him? He gatta be! She wants you onna knee but she's both knees for me Flying down the 101, I'm in need for speed Get me in that room, guess what ima pledge? The 5th That's the typa love that it is And I pray they do the same when it comes to bis The Mac on, we getting hyphy in this bitch Throw a T up for the Thizz The only thing getting socked to me are dead presidents Million dollars worth of game, come get at me (Come get at me) Yo lady did, getting nasty all in my backseat (Backseat) Dissin on the net you a bitch, plus he ain't at me (He ain't at me) I got strips, got cleats and I also stampede (Grrrraaaa) Ran it more then four times Glock hugging on my court side If you straddling the fence automatically you ain't on our side Real cutthroat, automatically get your throat sliced (Bla$ta) It's hard to lack when the target it on the back and you the bullseye (Bla$ta!) Vic sent me up this verse, I gave it a try (Run it) If there's a check in this bitch I need half the pie (Pape) I won't double back on this bitch the pussy was dry (Fuck her) I won't say a word in this bitch before I tell a lie (Shhhh) Fuck around and be yo last days you can tell them bye (Bye) I done did a couple niggas wrong and they get televised (Grrrrraaaa) I won't give the bitch the dick, she can fantasize (Why) Baby 8, with a lul drum but it's family size (50) And let the wind blow on him and pull a candle out (Blow him down) Was 5'2 with the K had to sand it down (Another fact) All these disses out the blue these niggas fanning out (Damn) They like "them north niggas wildin they keep them cannons out" You should've seen the way he pose, I pulled cannon out (Shit) You want beef? We up late, nigga In-N-Out (Huh) Hiding work hoe shit nigga send it out (Pussy) No traction, nigga slipped and they spinning out (Skrrt)
Writer(s): Claudie Lee Easley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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