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Correct Woodson N Worthin Lyrics
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[SPM:] Yeah just erase everything let me do this huh This is damm Filero this is damm Filero He on the mothafucken what sobrero The bake hood bring me some bake Hey Filero pull up bass in this song Man I don't hear no bass ok Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo Here we go man Smoke on the kill popped up on three wheel Want another peel naw nigga I'ma chill Gone off the X it's 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 that's my dam home I like to get high I need a bowl of Honeycomb Man put em up man I can't quit I need a forty and a forty cigarette Down for my raza mira lo que pasa When it get hot I'ma have to buy a raspa Maybe horchata 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 Destiny's Children I'm off the rocka peace to Lil' Papa I be the shit in Spanish I'm the caca I'ma take a picture of you're 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 don't give a fuck ya'll stupid dumb bitch In the land of g's smoking QP's Smoke on kill I'ma 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 I'ma get my gun I'ma shoot off your thumb Shoot you in the buns I mean the dam ass I'ma get a glass and then 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 I'ma say hi to my favorite cities I don't 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 [Chorus X2:] As I look up at the sky My eye starts bliking a tear drops my eye My body temperature falls I'm shakin can they break in Tryin to save a dog [Second Verse:] Man I put it down I ain't tryin to trip But I talk shit in the syrup I'ma sip Peace to Lil' Flip and my big homie Hump Hillwood Cloverland Sunnyside ain't no pump Trowed from the jump purple ice in my cup Man I gotta have it I ain't lying I'm in love With the codine on the Martin Luther King Left on crest crump creep creep my sterling like a hole scene I'm a mothafucken hook pirex get shoked I sell dope on foot I'ma understand I'ma Hustling man rock the white sand Wash the white van get the fuck Out if you see yall jump out Undercover cops got their eyes On the south just bought a house Never took a louse everything I got come from a quarter ounce That's what I started in the game with Niggas short stoping at the bunny what ridge If they want bricks gotta come to the Hill taking no less than a ten dollar bill You can have the three five seven Dollar pieces I'ma dress like a fein no Gold and no creses I got my gun No time for fun is saturday night Slang till I see the sun peace To Hulon and the what Tio drinking In the plut and my nigga Pancho Ed loco and my boy Jimmy Green Mothafucken Ken and my brother Roni man can you see don't put it pass Me fuck the R.I.P I die for my G in the Orlens way back to scott plaza Woodson n Worthin Patna cause as I hillwood hustla that's my damm click Were we sell bricks and we like to Fight pits I just had puppies but somebody Stoled my dogs I'm telling young niggas I don't Call the laws when I fucken catch you I'ma Pistol whip you man better ask you older Brother and sister look what you done it'll Fell off the subject who wanna off my Bananan republic man lets who back the Clover land park bough my white teeth From super k mart on this damm mic I go so hard Forty five hundred jolly rancher in my car man [Chorus X2:] As I look up at the sky My eye starts bliking a tear drops my eye My body temperature falls I'm shakin can they break in Tryin to save a dog (Low-G) Time to reload shots trough your door I love fucken action I could never say no Duce doubled o duce till I go I wannna act Dumb like I did one's before Like toe to toe any day low but if They know minute gone strike but the show Pack mack 11 drink chronic 7 fuck it low-g My last name is 187 shit is getting hicted Thug and convicted they all want my dope Cuz my shit is so addicted I'm down for my Lana my shit is pure scama I'm riding on my low low Banging screwed up Santana [SPM] What yall think me and Low- G wouln't ride Together no more my boy working on shit Getting it right coming out this year 2002 this is For all the mamis but fuck yall if yall can't make Tamales man this is for all my niggas I'm drunk Nigga I got the hicups and it rhymes huh.
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