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Gee Watts
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Zombie Juice Freestyle
(Hook) She just want it real, aha Banged up, I'm knowin' that you feel one Come on, girl, lets build some' You now rockin' with the real one
I sold fool for thot, got rushed by pops Always been in the block buildin' the block I'm all they got Absorb shots, I'm the lido with the dope set Needle with that cold pack, no luck, just sold reps Droppin' game on a Jessy mission, jump to permission Anything prez run up to engagement That's hip-hop, kids look cause they momma love it Behold, but I'm sober minded, so I'm not a druggy Our scue boys give 'em souls then they move abstract song I do what the top dawgs do, that can't dodge yo type, I'm bout to save in, that nigga save yo momma cop Yack yack, wash-up, nigga, control versus them pulling their curses Love like candy wrap, emotion on purpose These niggas out here like to air like a minute flee And they phoney from what's in yo chest to the Mardy Grip I read the script so I pull a spank on Call it how I see it, cause fakin' ain't neva take you far, eh This 1-2, nice, no luck when I touch mikes You fucked if I choose to write, you stuck, homie, aight? Outta sight, outta mind, outta body, outta prime Level that I'm on bring sight to the blind Level that I'm on raise the dead when I rhyme I wrote this years ago, see, a timer's in my mind
(Verse) I don't like stuntin', but fuck it, cause women love it Pool up in a bucket that making them sick to they stomach 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 And befo' I run it, Chris Brown nice shit Crazy normal it, dump it, courtesy of yo right wrist You tight bitch, my energy just like my sixth friend Insist, stick around and pro'ly push yo shit in A whole brick when you shoot yo shot, My shit wet like a zombie shot, straight dope, nigga
(Hook x2) She just want it real, aha Banged up, I'm knowin' that you feel one Come on, girl, lets build some' You now rockin' with the real one
(Verse) All these twenty thugs in the mix of autobox But I'm fightin' cases, stick and outer bodies Yo girl grillin', I'll go steal it from yo outta box Get these niggas swear me fo' it, bet I'll put you in a box Send the block boars live from the beast belly The streets sang this sad song, murder be the medley I'm boning papers, so I stay puffin' these black sif Stress and paranoia, combination, hella death Remember beggin' on the work on some temp service This ten purchase had a back on this ten verges She say she love the way I walk and the way I talk Move with intelligent hearts, be just how the wolves talk We can all Fallout, boy, I'll rock you and yo family Told you befo, 9 outta 10 niggas Ghandi Holy gobble like a guitar, lost my keneth drum Roll on yo line, just like the drumline These suckas roll on twelve basis, it's where they roll the trip
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