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death dealers anonymous - move with intent lyrics

aye
you had the plug so we was f+ckin with you straight away
(did good)
then you got picked up by them boys and started saying names
(keep talking)
you heard we coming through with drums
these ain’t no 808s
(no drum)
you see the smoke come out the stick and then it fade away

caught him slippin at his grannys crib
banana clip
hit em right where the bandana sit
clap his sh+t (clap)
drop him quicker than a bag of bricks (down)
ain’t no game homie
flame on me like a candle stick

wrap and rob a motherf+cker too like the r?
keep a ratchet on me in the coupe like the spark is loose
bet i treat your motherf+cking b+tch like a prostitute
she see what i’m rockin on my wrist and my pockets too
r+r+roll up in the cut? smokin rocket fuel
inside french vanilla, outside chocolate mousse
the way i’m lookin shorty got a lot to prove
she know when its time to operate, to let the doctor through
(lets go)
aye
my scale don’t weigh no grams out
(don’t weigh no grams out)
dont do no handouts
we dont do no handouts
(dont do no handout)
roll up on a block with them cans out
man down, i gun your man down

cookie patch ralph lauren on the michilen ?
i ain’t sayin sh+t until they give me the check
i have my status hittin critical threat
when im slammin that new whip through ya set
sittin passenger, got me a bronze b+tch front to back
she taste like maraschino cherries and she givin up neck
i told the lord that i knew her in a biblical sense
he told me, “isnt she blessed?”
i got the same blue prin ?
and yeah im missing a step
? inside libra ? carolina blue+pink pinstriped beamer
and the inside peanut b+tter leather with the dim light features
be the worst day of your life if your b+tch might see us
she get claimed by the pack
oh no she ain’t comin back
she threw them brains in my lap
? the money machine ate up them stacks
aye
my scale don’t weigh no grams out
dont do no handouts
we dont do no handouts
roll up on a block with them cans out
man down, i gun your man down

- death dealers anonymous lyrics

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