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curly castro – winston wolf lyrics

[verse:]
sim simma, who got the keys to my beamer!
smoking in these gamma rays, you can call me leader
buchou with my white suit, where’s me [?]
after [?] black light, you better not with keisha
who am i, the girls them sugar
you in a pressure cooker somewhere underground in brooklyn
tw-nging rounders with the russians, which is oreos still crooked
good looking, i couldn’t get his zora neal to booking
while fresh as god his look out waving in [?]
jake is looking, k!lling phenom’s on the blacktop
laughing at police is stupid
young fresh is hanging pitbulls
chucky tries to get his name out, sh-t
had the upper hand and took
[?] pulled the chain out
now rush, p-ss me the keys to the cuffs
we rolled the backup buses when a token was too much
they cornered off our [?], our resources dry up
we all [?] of the jewels [?] they told us time’s up
and so i light up, the fluffy sense of [?]
always got a spare lighter, keep a zippo with my speakers
had a [?] and a beeper, when the leaders still had busta
when old dirty jumped the corner, i was working on my jumper
and mason at the [?], i was on my [?]
cold-blooded in the finals with the [?] number
you run into my building, i ain’t give you my number
your gold p-ssy is old so i cannot be your lover
when snoop was just a pup, 187 undercover
the time michael got the jump on [?] and put her under
when omar had the jump, when the hunter turned the hunted
and i’m always choosing [?] when i have to [?]
shot it under six-tenths, you can all play [?]
you must also blame the us for the plots that k!lled the mamba

- curly castro lyrics

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