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Alexander Spit
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This that spit, that old fashioned flow Pocket full of dirty C notes like old Cassio I'm on patio so pick the rings to match the glow Grabbing on that ravioli slow, winning back a jones They see through the kitchen to the alley where that Jeeps park Probably we alone 'cause getting social with them street smarts I show these beautiful arts to his body art These other bitches be lurking till they got your heart Learned a long time ago to never trust a sharing stone Spot her in a Vegas casino then leave her there alone I got the sirens screaming at me when I'm baritone Whiling in that motherfucking… A real rapper's pulse match the metronome I'm a bad boy but never combed my prop with a Diddy comb It's all praise to the kids to get their city known Somebody get in this verse, I bet y'all feeling dome I'm looking at these rap cats like nice They looking like they fitted to work only fall back And all the sudden it's fashion, we wearing all black What, no comma there unless you rocking for Johnny Cash I make music with that ambiance and zombie laps I'm Tarantino with my ladies feed all on the dash I tell 'em cue the strengths, I tell 'em cue the brass Our solo act, the curtains drop, homie, do the math Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
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The art pitching flame, we done switched the lanes Only property…like it's a game But it's the stage, wrote the books, no pay And in the new crib burn sage As I stepped on the scene my whole mind stay changed Crème brulee flambé in the amphibious way She moves in mysterious ways…just get in the way Standing on the beach, a wave capping my fate I don't use recipes 'cause I know how it's made Today I don't stunt on y'all, real talk, that's the day I lost I can't afford that cost, my accountant called, I can't afford that, dog
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