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letra de the #swoup serengeti - spark master tape

schpark (x2)

cold k!llaz, gorillas
we get skrilla
cold k!llaz, gorillas
run these streets
run these streets

cold k!llaz, gold dealers
run these streets
run these streets
dope dealers, dope dealers
we run these streets
run these streets

we smokin’ weed i’m sippin’ syrup
smokin’ weed we sippin’ syrup
swoup

what kind of soup is it you makin’ dog?
we never gave a f-ck about these kkatz when we be ridin’
smoking on this kush and i be high
got the devil on my back an’ my mof-ckin’ shotty by my side
all my k!llaz n platoon gone rise
we control the city,like sim city
turn a old town into a sin city
f-ck a old boy, we been gritty
we clock em ops, k!lla kel wit me
my pistola smokin’ n my blunt is
throw up sets till my fingers ain’t function
f-ck a b-tch, if she ain’t cooking lunch yet
have the da tryin’ f-ck up my junctions, like

i’ma put it like this right, finger deal me, look
i’m a young snoop dogg, leanin’ heavy in the crew mo’f-ckka what you got, mo’f-kka what u say
i’m a young, swoup
heavy in the crew, rollin’ with my mo’f-kkin’ gang, platoon, mo’f-kka won’t u die

now i’m in the hood homey
you know i’m strapped
build a “big l”
as i bump “l” tracks
livin’ in a jail cell
shout out to ?flakk?
we gone hold you down
till your skinny -ss get back
k!lla now it’s on cuz my fam know who snitched
we gone get his moms, lil’ daughter and his b-tch
sneak all yo clothes now we rockin’ yo sh-t
swag on 5 trill so we make it more sick
it’s that horse sh-t we droppin’
we “hedj” fam man, need more coffins
bring that hitchc-ck often
i was born alone, homey i’m a die mof-ckin’ mobbin’

i solemnly swear
i pledge allegiance to this f-kkin’ movement
get yo mof-kkin’ money right
paper platoon, spark master tape
paper platoon, woo
i said its paper platoon, spark master tape
uhh, uhh, uhh

it’s paper
platoon we get this
money, my brother
i do hope
that you’re in heaven
smilin’ down on our mother

i’m a walk, i’m a march
i’m a bleed, i’m a spark
i’m a
trap until i die
i’m a
rap until i die

forgive me god
for i have sinned

got murder on my hand
with a burner in a van
what the h-ll this man gone tell my kids

god knows. spark got
problems and my heart shot
you catch me out the crib
i’ll be dodgin’ through ??dark spots??

- spark master tape

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