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letra de eviction faceass - lance markeith

[hook: lance markeith, grim-lock]
yeah we serve the eviction notice
vacant spots, take yo spot
hit the block runnin’, runnin’ n-gga
we serve the eviction notice notice
its alotta vacant spots
don’t miss yo shot we want it, we want it n-gga
yeah we serve the eviction notice
vacant spots, take yo spot
hit the block runnin’, gunnin’ n-gga

said vacant spots vacant spots
at the top at the top
vacant spots vacant spots
at the top at the top
thats my spot that’s my spot

[verse 1: grim-lock, gaea labelle]
thats my spot, thats my spot n-gga
watch yo watch,watch yo glock, watch yo shot n-gga
take yo shot n-gga
but clean that glock, clean that glock n-gga
say poon, clean that glock, clean that glock
they want they spot but they can’t even get in
but my n-ggas fit in
like a sharp shooters we fall in
been taught by some veterans
take a deep breath and squeeze
like a gremlin, we some gremlins
i need that spot i need that spot
iced out chain with a patek watch
do you not hear the words coming out my mouth
i’m robbin’ clout, i’m robbin clout
check yo spouse check yo spouse
under the couch thats yo house
i’m bout what you bout
i’m bout what you bout
got birds under yo couch
i’m bout what you bout
i’m at yo front door knockin’
i’m lookin for yo pockets
i’m lookin’ from this rocket
i’m lookin’ for gotti!
mmmmhmmm
here’s yo eviction letter
i represent yo letter
mmmmhmmm
it’s vacant spot i want
i’m at the top i’m playin slots i want it
[verse 2: gaea labelle]
put the snaps the yaps of the raps
we don’t take it
we don’t take no cat naps
when you stuck in the trap
why you wanna evict me!
me no pay the notice
me no pay you notice
why you wanna search through the screen!
now we given’ church through a screen
pay-per-view the holy oil
got the ghost through the sheen
one punch too much
now they all write lean
why they all wanna be right wing
now we get chicken wings
then munch through like we got the munchies
me my people dem starving
and you lookin’ like stuffin’
we pack you just to go
then we pack you oven
you don’t wanna feel this heat
we turn you boys into beef
if you want this beef
we don’t this raw meat
we mean to wake you
not rape everything that you own who raised you
you lazy

- lance markeith

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