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letra de spy - ssg splurge

(aye lemme hear that hoe jeff)

(intro)
yea
d-mn i left my cup in there like a b-tch
tell them n-ggas how you gone talk
make em bring out the chalk
tell them n-ggas how you gone talk
i used to walk
yea
tell them n-ggas how you gone talk
yea
yea
yea

(verse)
tell them n-ggas how you gone talk
make em bring out the chalk
if you cross you get put on a cross
i’m that young n-gga that broke in your house
he bet not let the wrong thing come out his mouth
i know n-ggas on the east, runnin’ dope through the south
at the spot, we got sticks all under the couch
i just took a bad b-tch, nutted all on her blouse
and i’m tired of these f-ck n-ggas stealing this sound
talking down? okay, lets spin em around
i just spilt’ the wok, n-ggas might l!ck it off the ground
can’t come do a show, we gone kick you out of town
he ran off with a boat, now he missin, ain’t found
these n-ggas know that i’m it like the clown
i just got head from yo hoe in the lounge
and i stay with some bread, i’m something like spam
in the streets everyday, we ain’t trippin’ off feds
i ain’t supposed to be alive, and i’m spinnin’ all days
man the coupe all blue, and the inside red
i be having so much ice, think the whip is a sled
i ain’t do sh-t to em, he was found in a shed
and we used to ride bikes, hittin’ sh-t off the pegs
and that n-gga gotta die for that sh-t that he said
might die, cause my body fulla dem meds
i’ll turn a hotel to the boom boom room
nascar so fast it go zoom, zoom, zoom
got n-ggas in the feds tryna come home soon
and i swear you should’a seen how we did ol’ dude
(bridge)
do not snitch on us
you’re makin sh-t worse, you finna get hurt
you know we got sticks on us
pull up and merk, leave sh-t in the dirt
know you a b-tch to us
you n-ggas broke as a b-tch, you need to get fixed up
his soul in the sky, his body in a he-rs-
his sh-t got beamed up

(verse 2)
been outside all day and its hot
n-ggas ready to shoot, ain’t no safety on glock’s
and i’m with a bad b-tch, she been sucking me dry
had too cook me a n-gga, needed something to fry
if i tell you what i been through, you would f-ck around and cry
been knew i was gonna blow up, i ain’t even gonna lie
and we up on the score, what the f-ck is a tie?
n-gga play, put yo ass on the wall like a fly
and the beat by jeff, when he cook it its fye
i just f-cked that lil hoe, sent her ass to the spa
have them young n-ggas trailing yo ass like a spy
wanna be in the gang, gotta bring me an eye
i got vvs diamonds. ain’t nothing, that’s soft
i can’t see all my opp’s unless i look in the sky
gotta brick wrapped up in the oven like a pie
we ain’t letting sh-t slide. if you play, gotta die
(outro)
yea
lets go
aye

(aye lemme hear that hoe jeff)

- ssg splurge

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