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Dust these Niggas the fuck off real quick My Mind Spray My Nine Spray.. Outlaw lifestyle, I’m raw no Lifestyles Fly whores get piped down My sores get iced down, I’m like Al The K put you out the game like five fouls You outta bounds, im outta town Running with hounds Dumping the cal, kick up a dust cloud The gun is rust brown Its a oldie but a goodie I’m looking like Goldie in a hoodie Rose gold Rollie, Tek nines loaded up fully Shells fly, open you like pussy I slide in ya, skin an injun, Blacked down like a ninja, for legal tender Chrome Desert Eagle bend ya Ten sends ya like street vendor Cook your meat beef get tender No apron, thirty eight shave you like bacon And get shanked in them staircases Trying to pitch, gotta run the bases Bottom bitch keep flooding papers My aces got cut faces Letras de cancionesRaw flesh, gotta cut and paste it Butter loaf in the oven, bake it Nothing sacred, touch cak Niggas wanna come and taste it You get stripped buck naked Fuck a bank statement I got over a hundred k in my basement You formal is basic Paying layaway on a bracelet You repair I replace shit You a chair, im a spaceship You shed a tear out of sheer hatred But to get here more than skill Takes patience Ill natured, golden age reels feels ancient Motion picture rap, we like filmmakers My Nine Spray My Mind Spray My Mind Spray My Nine Spray (KA) Gems by division, sums how I’m living They slum with these comforters To numb that I give em To get my weight like an eight Hung with the Gibbens Some Narc in the park Get crumbs with the pigeons Wanna squall Bullets get lobbed and go to my job On the strip, running shit When you couldn’t have jogged Cops, sheriffs, marshals despise They watch for errors And that is when parcel arrives We get cake, bake slay proportional size Strangle a human angle with monstrous lines We be straight if we ate We be harsh with the nines My body heal faster Than the scars in my mind Sour grapes for papes Now I’m regarded as wine Liquid scroll which nip is cold sip it slow He more type righteous Recite with a wicked flow This is cream talk Climbing a bean stalk Team trying find green giant Outta clean thought Pull myth full clip load that We keep it cooking Looking for the golden egg Shots sound somebody pops shot down Man folded Another ran holding a hot pound Split em back Dying slow living rapid Triggers blasting Need of passion But niggas lacked it When beef boil You need feel a bullet or recoil I’m dressin like a peasant but the speech royal From Letras Mania