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john star icon & papoose - hood tours remix lyrics

(john star icon)

posted by the liquor store 3 days wit no sleep
trying to pitch the raw to them feens looking for nose heat
undercover police patrolling at a slow creep
the block full of pigs and chicken heads but there’s no beef
cause if there is best believe i got the chrome piece
to make ya soul cease send you straight to h+ll no priest
it’s more than lyrics and these dope beats
so hoe please… take a second before even plottin’ on my proceeds
for those who owe fees cl!ck clack you could hold these
no leads, just ya close friends pouring some oe’s
the block is hot n+gga, no breeze running base and i ain’t talking bout a baseball team…..it’s all about the cold cream
got the hard white that has em coming back walking on a low lean
revenue? i got the most streams but don’t scheme
cause when’s nina upset she may have to blow steam

hook 2x
(john star icon)
welcome to the hood tours take you places that you never been, have a seat make sure that your buckled in, take you around the block a different point of view for you its sightseeing for me it’s nothing new
(papoose)
i sacrifice massive nights grabbing mics im rather nice. you cats recite bad advice, average tryfe maggot mice, its blinding like flashing lights, savage like the anti+christ my raps insight a lavish life come have a slice of paradise, thats not a song thats a plight, we could never rap alike, my raps a light im out of sight, i spit crack grab your pipe, had a grape i had to fight paid a pistol packing price cast you to the afterlife bullseye i’m dad precise sn+tch ya stripes faster strike
you parasite rather write your appetite would rather bite, you f+ggot dyk+ hermaphrodite, catch me on a cabbage heist, when your mans pass the dice, sn+tch his ice out of spite grab his knife and stab him twice, gotta stash the dough uncle ben pass the rice, tryina spin that will of fortune so i move that band of white, speeding through the traffic light, crashed the bike higher than a satellite, you can’t reach my level cuz you scared of heights

- john star icon papoose lyrics

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