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won't save

by evil king spaghetti

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1.
Steady bout them ps & q's Is the only rule Gotta stay stackin after I pay my dues Sucka stay mad want me to lose U ain't the bitch it ain't for u to choose U oozin out the side cuz u ain't of no use Blow a fuse out the fry Cus I'm so cool Make the eyes numb Let the brain drool The way I spit hecka painful Bout to make u insane fool Wet like the rain Set all up in flame Blood on my chest A pimp ain't know no shame I'm out of the game As quick as I came in Like a drive by Now look who remaining No mercy rule Step out of line and get hurt ya fool Figga I'm pullin the trigga And takin yo fingas Dismembering niggas when we come together I'm in the wind like a feather Wearing a nigga skin like leather Like I ain't got no sense I better Pull over rob a gas station for the cheddar I'm thizzin Nigga fork over whatever Can't protect yo neck from getting severed Gotta count my jewels Gotta bounce on fools Gotta wrap the tools Don't trap with clues Enact a fool From Syracuse to Sebastopol Who askin u? Up in that ass We ain't harassin Wit full mags We blastin on you like assassins Can't witness shit Can't make a mofuckin sentence Without tha mofuckin evidence Gotta stay heavy breaded Big body Chevy unleaded Tommy gun finna clap Now deal wit that Don't want no dap Don't want no yap Save yo rap bitch Cuz I don't even want a taste of that I be a hairpin trigger High on smack when I snap and let the Uzi crack And you be closed off on the Tarmac
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good game 02:23
Lil nigga can't just Pick up game where ya left off Hella soft Get left wit da sawed off Goin off in ya chest At the spot in a vest Spaghetti pop off heads Cops in cardiac arrest So guess who wanna step be my guest Get stopped And where I make the drop you rest Did I steal yo pot Mothafuckin bet Scalp heads Scoop breads Witt da same talon Put a bitch on the strip it da same talent She better lick the stallion down Or else she got a battle on her goddamn hands now I got plans finna tattle I bang my gavel U unda the gravel Cuz where I travel I cold leave em dismantled Like old auto parts So lemme take em to the shop Bitch Or get ya head cropped off by a horse cock as I rock this Knock down like 2pacalypse Ain't no bitch gossip Itch for tha flossin Flip for the tossin My tip down yo esophagus Like how I broke like right into the scene & took hostages Cook pasta And break bread All this shit done gone to my head Ima chase a sip Till I tip and swerve Know I gotta Chase a zip Cousin even if we burn Mofuckin haters Monkey on my biznacc I'm jumpy u can't reach Perhaps for yo fat gat
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released August 25, 2014

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