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Smoke on the kill popped up on three wheel
want another peel naw nigga Ima chill
gone off the X its the SP-Mex
just made 2 twenty-thousand dollar bets
hoes wanna speak nah I need a freak
I be freestyle flowing in my sleep
out to Hous-tone thats my dam home
I like to get high I need a bowl of Honeycomb
Man put em up man I cant quit
I need a forty and a forty cigarette
down for my raza mira lo que pasa
when it get hot Ima have to buy a raspa
maybe orchata check my palabras
I like girls with the real pretty patas
Ima throw vato back to chase gato
SPM mean South Park Mojado
1 in a billion V-12 engine
in the same city with Destinys Children
Im off the rocka peace to Lil Papa
I be the shit, in spanish its the caca
Ima take a picture of youre but naked sister
and my killas got more pliers than wrencha
gangsta gangsta read all about it
22 holes in ya brand new outfit
feestyle flow is all I come with
I dont give a fuck yall stupid dumb bitch
in the land of gs smoking QPs
Smoke on kill Ima smoke trees
man I get crunked do what with my thang
swang lang lang in the mothafucking brain
dumb diddy dum did I did I get dumb
Ima get my gun Ima shoot off your thumb
Shoot you in the buns I mean the dam ass
Ima get a glass and than pull up some rasp
mothafucking berry with a lil cherry
my mothafuckin niggas is so dam very
so dam very mothafuckin scary
with the mothafucking what what the Dirty Harry
Ima say hi to my favorite cities
I dont even care if they what little bitty
I get on my knees and I thank the Lord
whipping boys down with my microphone cord
swurl to the world diamonds and pearls
all my girls died like Devirl Ashurl
straw to the nose curl up my toes
selling that cane to them buttnaked hoes
man I aint foolish but I do talk to bullets
better tell ya boys to cool it
cause I grab it and I pull it man
As I look up at the sky
my eye starts bliking a tear drops my eye
my body temperature falls
Im shakin can they break in
tryin to save a dog
Man I put it down I aint tryin to trip
but I talk shit in the syrup Ima sip
peace to Lil Flip and my big homie Hump
Hillwood Cloverland Sunnyside aint no pump
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