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I'm the new Spike Lee, I'm the new spike Lee Went from selling knick's to kicks all on the court Seat so close I'm calling place with the coach In and out of huddles KNicks named me the muscle Real Bad Man 22 Baby Mudda's Baby slinging Similac, I was bred in butter Three holes in your head, tried to ball out the gutter Drop a pin and my men will strike Cayman Islands ain't op in sight My nigga's keep spinning worse than Deontay Wilder fights Sensitive thugs you all need hugs I wouldn't dap you nigga with a sanitized glove I see you love and I wish you all the luck I'm lawyered up and still scared to give a bitch a hug The long arm will push you over the ledge Cell got your name on it, toilet and bed Then come home acting familiar When you press them now they civilians I'm out in Jamaica with all the tings son You with the scams you pulling on Sean Kingston Yooo Cool & Dre... Bombooo pusyyyy rasclatttt... yoo Joe Crack I wan pussyclat to dem Talk movements we put gunshots thru them When me rise up da ting with da click that bend Full em up a gunshot then reload again Letras de cancionesIf ya feel say ya brave jist step pon me ends Then the pussy make the headline news at 10 I hate rats and feds, I come from a place if ya snitch then ya dead Man of war strapped just to protect they head Gunman a runup on ya cover and red, nuttin more said The streets so cold I don't give a fuck call me the North Pole AK's strapped to my back like a pole Circle the block in the flats on my own Wargod zone, bust my gun till ya face rearranged on the curb Arrow fly like bird I'm so fuckin obserd Pussyhole mark my word, got me gun de ma lurk If you dis terror squad, we put your face pon a shirt Buss it up till the rasclatt gun won't work A dozen so hott, put ya face in da dirt Gonna fight and serve Got it on repeat 12 holes through your shirt Pussy gone in de dirt From Letras Mania