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grave plott - in the streets كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: snug brim]
i come through with the 9
whippin them pies
i’m controling the block, i’m moving, moving
you know why it’s hot
i knew the spot
drop off my pack and keep on doing what i do
i don’t give a f-ck bout the low, i keep some paper on me
and plus the throwaway [?] phoney
get your money right
trippin off your lil stacks
you n-gg-s get a couple thousand, don’t know how to act
me, i stay 100
from the gutter, where your mama at?
a dime sure in my skrilly, that’s where the drama at
so watch your words, i could show you how that lama act
duse clique n-gg-, we bout to [?]

[verse 2: bg bullet wound]
n-gg-s is nothin, i f-cks with it
flossin stuff when i’m constantly pulling pills out
you n-gg-s bustin, i pop out the range and [?]
i spray with the glocks, poppin your grills out
i keeps it crackin from kanzis city to montana
still riding with n-gg-s wearing bandanas
if you want some, n-gg-s come and get it, boy
i’m from the duse, i run kanzis city, boy
who that is, that’s bg bullet wound
just pop with this, rob with this, you don’t make no moves
and if the n-gg- run up, he get his -ss kicked
and slap on his b-tch, just like the last b-tch

[chorus: liquid -ss-ssan]
in the streets we keep it knockin, ain’t n-body stoppin my team
we got it locked up, from the spot where we be choppin up keys
flippin blocks and holdin glocks from st. paul to kc
on the block, where we roll, and we pop sh-t

[verse 3: liquid -ss-ssan]
liquid -ss-ssan, let me break them off
don’t know what you heard about me, but boy, i’m never soft
throw a blow at his team, and you gon break his jaw
and i’m gon follo, break his brother off
i set it off, call skat, and call snug
hit bg on the selly, then we bang the plug
this sh-t you fall for, grab my thang and i start to bust
i put that thang into your belly, rearange your nuts
rearange your nuts, boy
[?]
now you [?]
now you wanting to murder
get down to the ground, 6 feat when i put you in
spit a verse [?]
[?]

[verse 4: skatterman]
it’s skatterman, homie
you better ask about me
a thousand k!llers on your -ss, you ever try to catch me
they posted up like a stopsign
i started out with an ounce, a week later i copped 9
that’s the grind
28 inch ryms, now that shine
bought 8 bedroom cribs, now that’s time
i’m everything these p-ssys dieing to be
get rich or die trying, that’s time for free
i’m in the streets like i’m concrete and ashfalt
you get a shot to your thigh, and blow your -ss off
that’s cause i’m reppin the duse, so if you step to the doose, they find you hanging by your neck in a nuse

[verse 5: kutt calhoun]
i give you h-ll, if you do something rebelious
enough to where you can [?]
nothing but profit, it’s [?]
i speek from the middle [?]
the streets need a little something
the duse is my roots, been a boost when i’m rapping
got the goons from the dirt, shoot when it happen
nothing but mayhem and suckers, looting the capsles
but now the [?]
it’s kutty cal, k!lla c, bg bullet wound, liquid -ss-ssan
skatterman and snug brim, send your [?]
what you gon do when it’s blastin?
nothing but losing and backing
it’s gon be worldwhide news, [?], motherf-ckers

- grave plott

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