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maxo kream - spice ln. كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
zaytoven

[verse 1]
i ain’t gotta use my pipe ’cause i could slap you like a b-tch (b-tch)
old peon -ss n-gg- from the shoulders you ain’t stiff (b-tch)
remember posted on the spice i had a carbon and four fifths (uh huh)
when reload, j-bo, and door hinges took the plug down for a lick (ok)
they kicked the door and upped the pints, the pounds and codeine yeah they grabbed it
but they stupid -ss forgot he had money in the attic (stupid)
he sent them back a text message, cryin’ that “i’m laughin'” (haha)
but they still took his 50 pounds so they bagged it down and grammed it (what you do?)
baggin’ down and gram it (uh huh)
put it in a sandwich (godd-mn)
bag with the paper tag, sellin’ swag bags (swag)
tecs with suppressor max, ain’t leave baghdad
where we act like your friend then take your gas bag
n-gg-s know i’m janky, wipe your nose mr. hanky
trappin’ outta stone ridge, sellin’ hoes and zones of mid
where i went i found my plug matt and took jimmy’s sh-t
me and ike, took ya back, to the trap and fat (fat, okay)
now we sellin’ whole pounds, we ain’t bussin’ down (uh uh)
ojo got the strap, you make a move, he bust you down (he bust you)
in the trap i’m sleepin’ on the floor, my pallet on the ground
i’m like “d-mn i gotta change that”, i started sellin’ k packs
got ’em for the five hunnid, sold ’em for the two
two a day, fifteen a week, them b-tches used to boom (godd-mn)
my walkin’ days was over, i copped that matte black rover (hey)
and then my b-tch got pregnant, godd-mn i shoulda kept it just a (i’m just a)

[verse 2]
way back in ’05, i knew mama was fed up (what?)
she put me out the house, i had to stay with the d-mn plug (okay)
hit the kitchen, rock whippin’, stole a gun from my brother (hey, hey)
hit the trenches, glock grippin’, i had corns on my knuckles (hey, hey)
n-gg-s know maxo not for play play (h-ll nah)
dissin’ ed and d, aim broad day with the ak
beefin’ with ym100 man they should’ve seen it comin’
we caught ’em off kirkwood, lil’ jordan started gunnin’ (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
hit ’em up ba-da-bing, we shot up everything
n-gg-s screamin’ “f-ck kream” they know exactly where we be (exactly where we be)
spice lane, stone ridge, by the mickey d’s
on the same block where we lost baby john and cheese (hey)
bobby sellin’ crack, fredro totin’ straps (crack, straps)
body bag, toe tags, catch ’em down bad (catch ’em down bad)
reload, robbed a n-gg-, no mask, at the racetrack (hey, hey)
i hit ’em with the okey-dok and sold his dope back (hey, hey)
i’m just a

[chorus]
fat black, gap tooth, janky than a b-tch (huh)
always known for hittin’ licks
(robbin’ takin’ n-gg-s’ sh-t)
on that kick door sh-t
talkin’ cash money sh-t
a hunnid ps, ten keys
talkin’ cash money bricks
fat black, gap tooth, janky than a b-tch (huh)
always known for hittin’ licks
robbin’ takin’ n-gg-s’ sh-t
on that kick door sh-t
talkin’ cash money sh-t
a hunnid ps, ten keys
talkin’ cash money bricks

[outro]
what you doing around spice lane man?
they’ll put you in a godd-mn casket
and you know what?
i’m never even gonna come to your f-ckin’ funeral, motherf-cker

- maxo kream

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