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kool g rap & 38 spesh - flow gods lyrics

[intro: meyhem lauren]
yeah, yeah
uhh
a-k-a laurenavichi

[verse 1: meyhem laruen]
shake the dead weight and elevate
money can sail away
sling perico complicates and then we celebrate
basically the way that i move, systematically
copper tops pop at your top and stop your battery, anatomy
tougher than fly sh-t, my pedigree
any n0body fallin’ off, lord, my n-gga let it be
i rep for n-ggas pushing sevens, holdin’ hammers
you worried about the beef, i’m worried about the cameras
cash only, no reservations
gotta lack of patience when we dealin’ with the patients
24 carat gold, margaritas, that versace
power-moves, always get smooth, you couldn’t stop me

[verse 2: kool g rap]
yo, i was turnin’ benjamins before you heard the riches
i was big percy pimpin’ with the curvy b-tches
i was in the dirty picture, n-gga, dirty p-ssin’
mink coat, furry mittens with the blurry wristses
that b-tch hurry with the chicken, catch a flurry, slippin’
luciano lifestyle fl!ck with the persian kitten
shook bit this n-gga, blonde b-tch slurpin’ d-ckin’
dead man tell no tales, never heard a witness
pistol from the hip make em’ give it hershey kisses
make that black he-rs- get driven, givin’ murder missions
try your luck, baby, trigger finger, nervous itchin’
double shots, no rocks, i let it burn the system

[verse 3: freddie gibbs]
yo, kane train murder for hire, b-tch, i should buy some -ss
hit a l!ck with buddy and left em’, i couldn’t divide the cash
my only baby mama d-m’in’ me to supply the -ss
i leave a b-tch on red like she outta’ gas
i leave the b-tch on dead like a duracell
season up that chicken finger, l!ckin’ if you cook it well
i just dropped a flocka, 50 blocks and that crew riverdale
christmas ’99, i got some soda and some fish scale
mix yayo
f-ck jail, i don’t sit well
strictly business, i keep a yellow b-tch [?] tizdale
packers playin’ over the dope it’s saturn like intel
b-tch, your life don’t matter, take that for data, like fizdale
from a knick to a mothaf-ckin’ brick
walter white done touch the hood, now these creatures suckin’ d-ck
n-ggas smokin’ on synthetic weed in case you got em’ sick
i’m addicted to this paper, i’m itchin’ to make a flip

[verse 4: 38 spesh]
ay yo
i’m the n-gga that they call spesh
i’m known for takin’ over boulevards ’cause i charge less
my prices far fetched
i put my own numbers on trees, like i’m tryin’ to find a lost pet
this a bridge you ain’t crossed yet
gimme a broad address, i get ’em sent to her doorstep
i’m the one that your wh0r- sweat
but your broad got more miles on her p-ssy than my corvette
had beef, some live, some die
never been shot before, but some try
this how you separate the truth from the lies
bums with guns from the ones that slung pies
me? i could care less about your gun size
n-ggas done died from sh-t small as a thumb drive
one robbery we left a victim untied
he sat four years, corpse was sun dried
spesh!

- kool g rap 38 spesh lyrics

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