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five finger posse - cast a spell lyrics

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[intro]
and we trapped in the trench….

[verse 1: morgue!]

she like morgue! you so dark cast a spell on my heart
and i’m deep in the abyss, smokin’ blunts let it spark
pull up wit’ a black mask triple 5 on the side
wit’ a hood goth b-tch, and you know she down to ride

and i keep the gr-ss cut, nigga it’s snakes in disguise
yeah i’m smokin’ 93, red veins in my eyes
smokin’ dope i’m really fried, possessed, possessed
talkin’ down on the 5 catch a hollow to the chest

yeah she twerkin’ for the bands tryna slide for my clique
she was all up on my d-ck i put that pussy in the tomb
lil hood rich shorty and she tryna rob my bros
these niggas characters i call these lil’ niggas (?)

get the fuck up out my way, i’m tryna smoke i’m tryna (?)
if you push me, mk’ll pull up with the tool
if you need i can serve, got them bags of the work
bands all up on my ? ’cause i’m sellin’ hella percs

[verse 2: alvin abyss]

she like alvin you the shit, you the pentagram pimp
flex some magic on that hoe, now she finna make me rich
d-mn i need a goth shorty beside me in an all black ferrari
polo, tommy, (?) draped all on my body

man just like chief sosa i can’t love no thotty
shortly only hit my line if you slidin’ through to top me
i can’t fuck wit’ all these niggas cus they lame and they copy
yeah they see my d-mn steez now they all tryna jock me

yeah ya main b-tch said she heard ’bout 5 posse
said we shinin’ like the sun, and we flexin’ up like rocky
cast a spell on that hoe, make her soul leave her body
now she deep in the abyss, where i’m at, my thotty

yeah the diamonds so cold, make my nose so snotty
heard you talkin’ down on 5, so i had to pull the shotty
out the d-mn party nearly caused a murder scene
niggas trapped in the trenches, and it’s six feet deep

[verse 3: yung mojo]
yeah she twerkin’ for the bands and she twerkin’ for that cash
niggas know i got the mac, niggas know i got that sac
yeah my bro got a chopper, he might aim it at ya neck

i don’t rock no true, it’s only polo on my back

- five finger posse lyrics

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