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It’s a Smash! Praise to the devil You did good $lick It's that demented motherfucker, kicking it with my brothers And repping the 59, you know gray the fucking color My gat screaming, “Kill 'em Wetto, hit 'em where they lay!” Smokin' 'em like some indo, let the pistol up and spray Never could be fucked with, my dick they love to suck it They comin' and gettin' seven switch a bitch like subjects Pull-up continental, make a ho get sentimental I got ADIKA denim, ballin' with no fundamеntals Michael Jackson off the Thriller dosе, on a fucking killer dose Crooked up in the rental (Bam) Ammo with the chemicals, gripping on my genitals, Northside general Pull up in the Benz "won't you turn this fucker cynical", anyway Think about the drive-by any day, certified pass-by rolling up that Mary Jane I might drop 30 like I’m Curry, you know NBA Talk bout' Eddie Murry with the stick and let it swing away Turn to black out, pimpin' out the crack house Smackin' up all these bitches filled with hurt My dick threw her back out Packet flew her back out Been running and gunning, fucking now I'm dripping in the black out My name is the killer, Northside Gorilla Mom and dad both fiends and my ex a pill dealer Letras de cancionesThought I’d keep it realer, there’s no drug I ain’t touched Best stay out yo' face, then I best see yo' place up Aim with yo' face up This Glock with no make up This weed be for warm-ups, I ain't even laced up, fuckboy get your rank up Robbing and dealin', homicide, swipe-swipe Wetto from the ghetto, I was born to die Ruby giving up in the gizzass, looking like a blizzard Keepin' the eye on these snakes in the grass, so I move just like a lizard That one tastes like vanilla, pop the painkillas Grip the .45, I feel like the Grey Gorilla Chicken heads flockin', they think I'm a quesadilla Beating up the pussy, I must be a lady killer, yeah Papa Pine break yo' spine, rub her clit likes it's a vibe Now she asking what's my sign, so I threw up the *59 From the north, on the Seventh Ward, pick the lock on devil's door Feel no need to settle scores, leave pussies red and sore Never called her back, she breaking down like metal core Everybody still my sons like they fiendin' for repertoire Check the score, Grey*59 Roll a blunt so big you'll have to light it wit' a torch Whip look like a bomb, you lost the second World War Yeah, Ruby such an animal Seventh ward dragon, when I breathe it's fucking flammable Keep my clique tight and isolated like we cannibals Spit so many bars you'd think infinity is tangible All these fucking chains, you'd think I'm wearing mandibles Yeah! Bitch, tell me what's happening Dick so big I turned her pussy to the Grand Canyon All my haters pussy, like I keep on smelling salmon Keep it old school, I might pull up with a cannon Yeah! Bitch, tell me what it is Wake up with a smile, pickin' out the right fit O.J in the morning like I stabbed a white bitch Every color in the fucking rainbow, suck my white dick (White dick) Wait for a beep, dial 5-9 and hit the pound Um, okay, so I'll talk to you later From Letras Mania