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#SpringDropSL #Crew #Rapping #Love #Live #Respect #SpringDropSL While these hoes half-stepped it I'm lettin my nine spit Compare us to someone else We can do the gangsta waltz Doin that, doin that, doin that Thinkin educatin over like a fat rat Let me spread out and lubricate his corruption had succesfully changed his fate I wanna see you in the front row I stack money while you spending your dough Body right beside your truck, what What? Where the hell he at I'm from the Caribbean, Barbados Pass the fifth, Hen makes me hazardous Cipherin' on the corner of boom bap and rooftops Street cops, weed spots, vendors selling freeze pops Ya bowin down to the flag... I think he gave me the wrong bag Cook that white with Sprite that's if you wanna scandle Before they began to pop and lock with the glock handle We overflow storm drains bring it back to the gutta Back when niggas had names like Rock Tee, Chin and Butta Only faggots make shit up just to get famous She's so dangerous, that girl is so DANGEROUS Like the fearless grown man that I am to dodge harm I'll be the sacrificial lamb Flagrant holes in patients singing like Betty Davis by the pelvis, make ya disappear like Elvis Money is my motivation that moves ME I put end to careers, be When you travel indeed But everyone bear a seed De-lay lay lay lay lay lay lay Broad type niggaz, gon make my day I told you in Alphabetical Slaughter, I was enlarged I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi till I'm charged Tryin to hold fast and grasp hits like last fall There'll be about 70 women its wall to wall Prodigal Sunn, Hell Razah, 60 Sec., what Baraza said ya pussy blood clot got you shot Started for the so-called martyrs to barter more Nigga have to shit in the middle of the floor Dope dealing killers is what we're all becoming We Get This Money Like It's Running And the trigger, I'll be clickin' And the bass was kickin Underground dictator like the late great Hitler I don't know who you think you are I don't care, for all I know is I'm still here Y'all wack and who cares? We came to interfere Two sets of cassettes, with rugged street dialect No mic check, inject the tech, sound effect You got doubts, but please believe me What you watch, on TV Got they heads aching Y'all niggas be slacking and lacking No matter where it has begun The Word is truth, the Word is one To rock a show to a crowd that's half capacity by the South Klique with AK's creepin my city Niggas still dyin' but still I can't give a fuck I pressed the deck, but the tape was stuck A mule, 40 acres, and all that You jealous little fucks beg for my attention but
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#SpringDropSL #Crew #Rapping #Love #Live #Respect #SpringDropSL While these hoes half-stepped it I'm lettin my nine spit Compare us to someone else We can do the gangsta waltz Doin that, doin that, doin that Thinkin educatin over like a fat rat Let me spread out and lubricate his corruption had succesfully changed his fate I wanna see you in the front row I stack money while you spending your dough Body right beside your truck, what What? Where the hell he at I'm from the Caribbean, Barbados Pass the fifth, Hen makes me hazardous Cipherin' on the corner of boom bap and rooftops Street cops, weed spots, vendors selling freeze pops Ya bowin down to the flag... I think he gave me the wrong bag Cook that white with Sprite that's if you wanna scandle Before they began to pop and lock with the glock handle We overflow storm drains bring it back to the gutta Back when niggas had names like Rock Tee, Chin and Butta Only faggots make shit up just to get famous She's so dangerous, that girl is so DANGEROUS Like the fearless grown man that I am to dodge harm I'll be the sacrificial lamb Flagrant holes in patients singing like Betty Davis by the pelvis, make ya disappear like Elvis Money is my motivation that moves ME I put end to careers, be When you travel indeed But everyone bear a seed De-lay lay lay lay lay lay lay Broad type niggaz, gon make my day I told you in Alphabetical Slaughter, I was enlarged I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi till I'm charged Tryin to hold fast and grasp hits like last fall There'll be about 70 women its wall to wall Prodigal Sunn, Hell Razah, 60 Sec., what Baraza said ya pussy blood clot got you shot Started for the so-called martyrs to barter more Nigga have to shit in the middle of the floor Dope dealing killers is what we're all becoming We Get This Money Like It's Running And the trigger, I'll be clickin' And the bass was kickin Underground dictator like the late great Hitler I don't know who you think you are I don't care, for all I know is I'm still here Y'all wack and who cares? We came to interfere Two sets of cassettes, with rugged street dialect No mic check, inject the tech, sound effect You got doubts, but please believe me What you watch, on TV Got they heads aching Y'all niggas be slacking and lacking No matter where it has begun The Word is truth, the Word is one To rock a show to a crowd that's half capacity by the South Klique with AK's creepin my city Niggas still dyin' but still I can't give a fuck I pressed the deck, but the tape was stuck A mule, 40 acres, and all that You jealous little fucks beg for my attention but
nice barz fam can u be a team plyer support crew and stay active makung more 🎶
@LilZamoon Thanks bro. I just wished the rest of the crew would check out other crew members tra ks
my bad u right should have u told what u spit is fire bars with 100% flow spitting🔥🔥🔥🔥