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letra de bel air - sick spitz

verse 1: f-ck the haters p-ssy test taste her, hit ya block with the new lazer. mr. croc shoes alligator, b-tch suck my d-ck like now and later. bedroom i annihilate her, yo pockets full you a liar ainna? we swing the whip like a lion tamer, i switch the play call line exchanger! shoot the silver bullets like the “lone ranger” , been a long morning(mourning)in the zone of anger. meditate and take a flight to asia, f-ck a model while im in eurasia. you n-ggas p-ssy watch the men who raise ya back from the dead im the undertaker. ohh boy you feed your dog under table oooh, velma d-nknley n-ggas tryna find a clue. trying to fly the coop, he ain’t fly as you. climb the ladders shoot n-ggas on the roof, ooh she look badder in her birthday suit. oh she look badder on her worst day too. uncontrolled bladder i might sh-t on you (yeah) s-p-i-t-z be the sh-t in the booth. (pew!) me and e.t. about to sit on the moon, yeah it’s “emperor time” you carve that sh-t in my tomb

hook: money got me sprung, watch your tongue im not the one yeah!

all my b-tches grown hit my phone like good morn yeah

zoned off got me throwed with the chrome in a lawn chair

you stunting on me n-gga i don’t care
put a knot in her hair, and f-ck yo b-tch in bel-air

verse 2: fresh out the matrix with them brand new laces, yeah im sh-t i give em doo doo faces. i can’t wait to rub it in ya faces, rub her legs now she m-st-rbating. i paint ya face with the masquerading, relax babe i don’t chill with bacon. i play these hoes like a sony station, toss a molotov in police station! black and white i read your police statements, b-tch shy no glizzy got my mind all dizzy. my diamonds drippy eyes red like trippie the world is ours(owls) like i work drizzy. smoke the sticky like a th-rn bush pr-cking white chicks with the ass like izzy. you f-ck n-ggas ain’t ridin with me, tools know i keep the pliers with me. lies against get shot in yo kidney, is he really move them birds rigby? 2pac i k!ll the beats no biggie. silly im like blade in trinity, yeah see i mix this sh-t so wizardly. profound with wizardry no noun is sick as me. chain from italy you garbage literally, chronic riddle little b-tch dont mention me

hook: money got me sprung, watch your tongue im not the one yeah!

all my b-tches grown hit my phone like good morn yeah

zoned off got me throwed with the chrome in a lawn chair

you stunting on me n-gga i don’t care
put a knot in her hair, and f-ck yo b-tch in bel-air

- sick spitz

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