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Spit These Bars - Album Version (Edited)
Double R Right now We ain't playin' wit y'all We ain't playin' wit y'all Stop playin' Drag
A yo, I spit these bars to make ya head shake Fuck bitches 'til the bed break Let's see how much lead you can take Never let a nigga pay for what I give away
We can all share Clip to my waist, it's all spare So run dammit run When I bust my gun
I miss none Put y'all in critical condition I'm the talk of the town when it comes to fuckin' bitches Or layin' niggas down
Drag bust the most rounds While y'all niggas dibble and dabble The shit, I pull up wit It'll feel like it grabs you
We ain't fuckin' I had you Shit, I know Drag'll be glad to If I had to Soon as she in the bathroom
I'm in her ass too Gotta six shot shooter That'll pop through ya Glock ruger
In case, I call my block movers State troopers on my ass Shit, let me see them touch 160 on the dash My Z look pretty when it's fast
I bet 50, I'ma juice the city before I pass And if you wanna catch fire better step on the gas The opposite of H2O Wanna be a hero
When the fire's on Y'all won't even see ya moms Even if she was screamin' At the top of her lungs
Niggas either burn to the bone Or leave the shit alone In case of a fire never take the elevator Walk 2 flights hold ya breath and take the steps (Uhh)
Do my ladies run this uhh, huh Yes, they do run this mutha, uhh, huh Do my ballers run this uhh, huh Yes, they do run this mutha, uhh, huh
Do my mamis run this uhh, huh Yes, they do run this mutha, uhh, huh Do my dogs run this uhh, huh Yes, they do run this mutha, uhh, huh
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 A-yo, I only fuck bitches that's flexible Ankle touch neck sex incredible When Drag about to spark cats Ain't no bargin' wit that
When my gun spit it say, 'Where the target at?' 'Cuz I'm fire so I speaks wit heat So let me walk that walk 'Cuz like a teacher, I'ma talk wit chalk
That'll outline y'all like a fresh pair of Nikes Stay wit those Even if I'm bare toed you see the stripe I leave blood stains on sponges
Cum stains on comforters I leave rooms foggy 'Til where y'all can't find me Keep a bad mami
Twisting up the green scent Like tangerine face out of a magazine Like ebony On the block I pump the ivory
Never pay for show I only fuck wit those that never ate before That means no food, no cars and just skip bail The only thing on they plate is no more than fish scale
The blow you only know about is the air outside I have nightmares before I sleep I pray y'all fry For a pie I lay out guys 'Cuz what I keeps layin' on my dresser
Keeps layin' niggas on top of stretchers Lightweight but I give off pressure in all measures Never chase treasures Flame niggas for pleasure
Red-Gold vest Bullets go thru tef Got better double R 2 letter (Nigga)
Do my ladies run this uhh, huh Yes, they do run this mutha, uhh, huh Do my ballers run this uhh, huh Yes, they do run this mutha, uhh, huh
Do my mamis run this uhh, huh Yes, they do run this mutha, uhh, huh Do my dogs run this uhh, huh Yes, they do run this mutha, uhh, huh
Do my ladies run this uhh, huh Yes, they do run this mutha, uhh, huh Do my ballers run this uhh, huh Yes, they do run this mutha, uhh, huh
Do my mamis run this uhh, huh Yes, they do run this mutha, uhh, huh Do my dogs run this uhh, huh Yes, they do run this mutha, uhh, huh
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