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$cott $immons - prime lyrics

$cott $immons:
(intro)
die beside my f-cking nine
i’m up in my f-cking prime

(verse 1)
dead batteries no crime scene
infinite ammo
lead on the crime scene
blood on my blade
not left on the scene
blood on my hands
just ran from the scene
got designer and i’m killing these broke dudes
tec 9 tucked in my waste
f-ck what you say
not bout the money get up out my face
leaving these rappers disgraced
i’m in my prime f-ck what you say
f-ck the da
f-ck the whole world
i do not d-mn play
you shooting these blanks
all of your words don’t mean a d-mn thing
i’m in the fields of h-ll
it burns more than you think
i can’t make this pain go away

stonecold b-st-rd
(verse 2)
ay ay
i got blood on my stussy
leather glove gripping the uzi
spraying everybody
so you know we still f-ck every body

ay
gunning for the top
yeah i’m gunning for the guap
make that f-cking p-ssy pop

ay
bands that make her dance
but
stonecold made her rock

ay
every time we go
we get it in
told you i don’t f-ck with gin
unless you got a friend
unless she lesbian

then i’m out the f-ckin booth
ay
then i pull out and let loose
give out the kush
that mob deep
yeah i mob deep
in a f-ckin jeep
then i’m swerving in a f-ckin 6

they talking
they need to split
extended clips
yeah we hit a lick
retaliate and then we bust out quick
had svr
we screaming f-ck that sh-t

i told aldo take the whip
but he gone off a pill

(outro)
for real
ay ay
in my prime
c-cking back this nine
$cotty with the shotty
he gonna bout to hit it
ay
(intelligible)

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