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dj deadeye - drug plots lyrics

[sample]: please where have you gone? won’t you please bring your fine self home? bring your fine self home

[verse 1: method man] [?] nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide this is what it’s come to i ain’t scared to die you gets ones? i gets ones too call it what you want to just know when i come through all i want is mines on this track, all i want is rhymes, air it out air jordan in his prime or should i keep it humble silverback gorilla in the jungle or do it like the sun do all i do is shine like a [?] or a convict all i know is crime drop some coke in my notebook like all i know is lines 16’s with no hook every pass is no look real talk i’m no crook but all i know is crime meth man i still got it and i don’t care how many times you recycle a rhyme it’s still garbage (trash) this ain’t a threat this a real promise and i ain’t father them twins i keep it real modest

[verse 2: termanology] ayo live from the drug spot middle finger to your face if you love cops we makin’ these drug plots go ahead p+ssy go and say my name two m’s over your head like a maybach chain (m+m+maybach music) and the m is for millimeter rap jeeter pack heater chop a key up wit’ your boy kick [?] serious whip game serious you serious as iggy azalea as a lyricist i’m just here savin’ this rap sh+t i’m ’bout to dig pac back up out of the casket thug life, bandana wipin’ the finger prints gun so big i gotta hide it in the pyramids my [?] drive filled with h+lla high ladies takin’ jello shots til they drop drivin’ round bumpin’ that new sh+t term meth deadeye [?]

[verse 3: inspectah deck] love gone cause the hate’s strong welcome to h+ll you can wild for the night just don’t step for my 12’s test deck best request help you know that ass whoopin’ comin’ like momma said to fetch the belt i’m ghost pepper that’s spicy hot i do it for life you do it for the likes from an ig thot like it or not my price not likely to drop talk cash i’m at the buzzer like a kyrie shot you know the name my dope tracks give em swollen veins super bowling green bay [?] the code is the same the bullets got no name drug plots low down and dirty but there’s no shame we gon’ make it or take it you just face it, embrace it i’m the favorite it’s basic cradle to the grave wit’ it lay wit’ it like it’s my main b+tch everyday claimin’ the same sh+t

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