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Put my heart up in the blunt Got me barking like a mutt Let me spark it, set it up Need a target and a mop Always walking, never stop Never talking to the cops What's your secret? I forgot Third precinct is rocks Get extinct and get forgotten Got to think of bigger problems Target-rich, it's time to carpet Counterfeits up in the market Lot of lips to get to marking I might sip it, then I spark it I might flip it, get in armor Put a missile Put my heart up in the blunt Got me barking like a mutt Let me spark it, set it up Need a target and a mop Always walking, never stop Never talking to the cops What's your secret? I forgot Third precinct is rocks Get extinct and get forgotten Got to think of bigger problems Target-rich, it's time to carpet Counterfeits up in the market Lot of lips to get to marking I might sip it, then I spark it I might flip it, get in armor Put a missile where the heart is I don't see anyone else that's trying to do this shit I don't see what anyone else has to do with it I don't see anyone else that's trying to do this shit I don't see what anyone else has to do with it Six-three, Lexus Simply precious Wintry freshness That's me, that's us I might see successes I've been scheming blessing You've been scamming your friends I've been planning dividends I wish we were different friends Now it's bitter differences That's my sidder, that's my sis I'm a critter in a den Clovers glitter in the glen Stole a sip of odds and ends I've been fit to take a spin Pop it in like Ben 10 Put my heart up in the blunt Got me barking like a mutt Let me spark it, set it up Need a target and a mop Always walking, never stop Never talking to the cops What's your secret? I forgot Third precinct is rocks Third precinct is rubble Go re-think your bubble No speaking, just rumble Gave these pigs some trouble No delay, just hustle I bustle, no tussle I might hug you with my muscles Make you puzzled like a puzzle Make them humble like a bug Make them stumble like a rug Get some mud up on that mug Put a rumble in your gut Mr. Clean, I'm with the suds Mysteries up in the blunt No mysteries, let me be blunt Third precinct get fucked 414, 414, throw it up 612, 612, say what's up 414, 414, throw it up 612, 612, say what's up Put my heart up in the blunt Got me barking like a mutt Let me spark it, set it up Need a target and a mop Always walking, never stop Never talking to the cops What's your secret? I forgot Third precinct is rocks
Writer(s): Lee Murphy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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