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Correct Speed Demon Freestyle Lyrics
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Boldy James & The Alchemist
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Correct Speed Demon Freestyle
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[Intro Sample] I want his house burnt to the ground I wanna go there in the middle of the night [Verse 1] Well spoken on some niggas that been jail broken Heard he told on his plug, co left his cell open Might go out in a blaze of glory, still in Hell toting Dumping at Lucifer, Sig Sauer with the barrel smoking That's how we know the drink hit when ain't no seal on it Boldy still'll make a fake brick and put the smell on it Trafficking the bag, ain't got no paper trail on it A million dollars in cash, would you kill for it? No punchlines, no cute shit 'Cause if I press play my niggas really mute shit Had dog bleeding from the mouth, thick as mucus Niggas boosting on the murkings, "We just heard a bunch of shooting" Real underground kings, we come from the sewage Don't let me do it to you dunny 'cause I overdo it This murder music with Ali, he co-wrote and produced it Coke in the microwave, I showboat when I nuke it Snakes on the collar of my shirt, this polo so exclusive Out in Vegas at The Mirage, shit ain't no illusion You know who winning but of course we all know who losing Jump with them killers off the porch, we all know who rooting For the bad guy in the movie smoking on a Cuban Dope sweet as a Suzy Q, I got the smokers poofing No excuses for my behavior, was broke and stupid Contributing, doing the devil's work on my Joyner Lucas [Interlude] See it in your face, I got the good stuff Alright [Verse 2] Loc'ing in the spot with M-box making pill flips Spill trips, touched a couple hundred, need a meal ticket Ghetto nigga putting up numbers like I'm Will Smith Real shit, pack a little darker but it's still piff Scratch and sniff, scent a magic marker way this blill hit Still with the shits, up the stick and hit the killswitch Crumbled up packs come assorted like some trail mix Shellfish, bo's by the ton like a celtic Selfish with this loaded gun, I get you melted Attorney left my Co-D main feeling helpless Lost bro to murder one, all the pain I done felt it H I done scaled it, the 'cane I done dealt it Get popped with a brick out of state and catch a Elvis Eldritch how long we been taking federal jail risks Now every time the mail run, that's a 12 strip What is this velvet? Bust at your helmet Rip you and your og, fuck a spell check Da tried to snatch my bond bag but my bail set Kel-Tec clip a buck fifty, put you on bed rest Held bag, dropped out twice, never been held back It ain't really too much shit in life a nigga failed at Been to hell and back, came home 19 with jail tats Now we leaving niggas at the light in them Hellcats
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