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letra de narcotics - vicious lyricist - tme

[verse 1: vicious]
raping the quickness
get it from the back
we stacking the gl-ss
then its back to the hit list
split another back
with the axe
and they back off of the track
when we get this
blast on a witness
vic coming wicked
get em in a lynch
got hoes in the back yard
stoned on a spliff
legs split
sniff out gold got nose for the rich
flow brighter than a candle wick
and im smoking on clock
c0ke men watching
the block gets hot
508 to the north town spot
drop form the cops
when we both got shot
hoping a fence
hop in the rental
back to the beach
with a whole lot of indo
hash on deck
grasp on necks
back in the flesh
b-ss blowing out windows

[verse 2: vicious]
finally getting with it
hit em wit a split lip
haters gunna split when i hit em with a little bit of this sh-t
br-ss to the jaw faster than yall
thugging it in nepal
smuggling a pound to the states on a plane with a nepalm
fire on the deck
bust to the c-ckpit
chocking they neck
goes down faster than trick wit a set deck
who’s next getting they neck wet
spl1ckity lit
i mean l1ckity split
with b-tch getting lit
in the back of the pit
snap a couple noses
c-mming like a fire hose
and choking hoes we spoken
rap it like a belt
shine like us eyes gettin meleted
702 when ya spelling it out
rushing in and out
hot like a handle
and flowing like a spout

[verse 3: vicious]
willing to be feeling like a villian
spilling k!lling sh-t on wicked reg spit like a million
times a minute
couple rhymes coming in this sh-t
hit target bark back if it comes to that
spat back yo f-ck a strap
i ain’t even using a gat
to drop street rats
words speak just as loud as actions
roll up to the spot try to git up on a blunt that we p-ssing
boss like im nasty
flip a finger at me
stealing a beat to make another chase after
hopes to catch one
fall from the flexible clouds gates open when i claw to the step stone
hoes falling in it
fill it with a pound of stone crushed somalian to get it in
and spend a bit three blings on my wrist
hit it like a b-tch get whiped on the real sh-t

[verse 4: vicious]
everytime your speaking on me gotta get a little on board
just to catch what your saying
but with me its just another soothsayer
blazing slaying
telling me to slow down not gunna happen till the day that im blazed up
and crazed up tryna retire with a 401k and a b-ss bump boosted
all the way down to the roots and slouched with a kink cause of all the bodies moving
and grooving to the sound of the music
duece grip glock till the day that im popped
blowing all the speakers every car in the parking lot
trunk pop blood shot down with the dark spot
ear drums burst to the sound of the b-ss drop
they stop we keep going with this lyrical anomoly you ponder
or fondle me it doesn’t matter which
either way your leaving with a st-tch

- vicious lyricist tme

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