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letra de spit game proper - dj kay slay

[verse 1: termanology]
ambushing with ambission, kicking these handwrittens, minous the [?]
pops was taking random leave for family needs
i’m a starving artist, i k!ll you for camera feeds
moms often get son punished
only thing that’ll come from it is what’s coming
[?]
church [?]
[?]
you don’t get a burst of g*nius tryna verse wit jesus
hit the road rush
love that fast money still take me to slow [?]
better than no cus, you broke, you don’t know much
martin had a dream, got k!lled cause he woke up
better tighten your verse before i tighton your herse
going at every meal, you still might be dessert
[?] every cypher they search
but i throw shots in every bar, [?]
why he f-cking your b-tch? spittin hard lyrics, taking your money?

[verse 2: loaded lux]
it’s the motherf-cking heathen
venomous demon
no time for games like the end of the season
can’t believe all these dudes that’s telling is breathing
f-ck around, have the whole church yelling and greeving
all you hear is screams and sirons, theams of vilance
the ones who had dreams, turned to theives and pirates
went from whippin the pyrex, to sitting with pilots
finger tips got the [?], spitting the livest
when i die, bury me right next to my grandma
came in the game like a hurricane with a hail storm
some homies that i used to rock with, i don’t hear from
cause they let that jealous sh-t sit in their eardrums
the message is fear none
f-ck where they hail from
and f-ck a cop, especially a red headed [?] one
i’m ready to k!ll one
ready to build something
picture him smoked out, smoked out by a real one
why he f-cking your b-tch? spitting hard lyrics taking your money?
[verse 3: cory gunz]
i ain’t with binoculars, taking a shot [?]
say who’s the hottest, my name at the top of this
russian rulet, i hope to exchange the [?]
[?] to the game i’m an optimist
with the brain of a predicat fellin, [?]
always a delecit [?], [?] they tryna maintain [?]
my heart is cooler than [?]
[?] irons the rinckle out
swallo the penesillin, the shingles out
the bottles still refilling, and i got the tingles out
you like a ventriloquist tryna find all my lingo out
you tryna be gillagen, and that’s why you singled out
[?] with the nine on [?] rout
behind a few k!llings i sware i don’t know a thing about
[?] ain’t no wittnesses, bring them out
[?] doubt
[?] sh-t for clout
any of you double cross me, i tripple the amount
[?]
i come to your door, like i’m hear to kick all the tennance out
enough with the mama jokes, might go the mennace rout
[?] rout
i put my d-ck on your chick and show that the skin is out
[?] spit him out
i’m legend, i’m [?] critters out
[?] show all your sh-t is out
too many swalloers, calling the spitters out
been into too many mouths [?] my d-ck is out
i’m one of the sickest out, in front of your sister’s house
while you putting disses out, i’m putting b-tches out
shoot your britches out
[?] out
i got my own cash, and all my stitches out
now i leave you, like i didn’t know that your sh-t was out
know what my clique about, young money malisha out

- dj kay slay

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