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letra de lord loco's melody - spm

[verse 1:]
the game on tilt dope house what i built
beans get spilt & n-gg-s get killed
sleepin’ on silk cause you head got peeled
caught the hot slug blood spillin’ like milk
king of the hill baby mama named jill
naw i ain’t trippin’ uhh maybe just a lil
peace to big will up in what mackadosious
-ss naked hoes’s doing my promotions
rats ‘n’ roaches baseball coaches
that was ’82 now i stay by the ocean
in a 3 story while i while i read all this
jap on my lap -ss flat like sigourny’s
she so h-rny outside it’s stormy
get my hydro from a n-gg- named georgy
purple ‘n’ sticky smoke like a hippy
in the game throwed ’til you hoes come & get me.

[chorus: jc ad libs]

[verse 2:]
i spit from the neck once again i’m a wreck
i like chicken salad with the what vinegrette
like my girl s-ssy southern & s-xy
creep in my jet ski they tryin’ to arrest me
i’m like pesci in that movie goodfellas
i hang with dope sellers.
dear god can you help us?
roll a lil’ forest for the ones who went before us
n-gg- you aint ballin’ take them 20’s off that taurus
appologizin’ mama i’m so sorry about the past
for everytime i didn’t clean the house & cut the gr-ss
or the time i threw up on your brand new couches
or the time you caught me cookin’ up them 9 ounces
drug dealin’ son ain’t much to be proud of
my only f-ckin’ goal was to sew the whole town up
i promised to get out of the game so many times
is hard to explain so i wrote these lines.

[chorus: jc ad libs]

[verse 3:]
i put the codeine in my soda pop
cops lookin’ at me like i stole the drop
what i can’t have things like swing-a-langs
$1200 shirts on plastic hangers
i’m a +star+ like +spangle+ my chain gon’ jangle
7 carat bracelet on my baby ankle
i’m a give my seiko to my homeboy pedro
i make hoes strip at every state show
n-gg-s wanna kill me i’ll let y’all tell it
you know how many times i heard that sh-t
y’all n-gg-s sound like parrots
i’m a green beret y’all n-gg-s green pa-rrots
i hit you from the back but you don’t land on your chest
i pop stress pills like hammer bars & x
i’m a buy things like rolls’s & jets
i left a mark on this game & didn’t get no credit
i got a song called hate & i can’t even spell it.

[chorus: jc ad libs]

- spm

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