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playalitical - fade away lyrics

verse 1 [playalitical]
in 2 years i touched more lifes than the meth epidemic code green the enourmous gimic i live it up like i was born in an abortion clinic i make moves and abuse the contorsion limit scorched i almost lost it when the road split felt like i was at the end the world had me by the roach clip until my ghost is countin dead roses it’s over close it that the bidnosis h-ts is hypnosis stick you wit a stiff dosage getin the word out i had to pay the ghetto postage less bullsh-t more westcoast sh-t and we aint here to negotiate it to not feel the i’ll is sin gut a goat if you refuse to be fead then we’ll shove it down your throat eat it when the seasons dead we’ll seiz it the disease will spread yes it’s needed fans is to weeded you don’t know what you like you like what you know your bein breast feeded by b-tches in videos i can’t believe it i backsp-ce the board typos get deleted i’m from a place where b-ms collect sh-lls and cans and hoes still sell it wit swelled up glands i’m “playalitical” spit out the spam this is hiphops purity without the scans.

chorus: i know most a yall hope that i fade away, but you can’t stop what’s mean to be it’s bout to go down right now in a major way you wana dought me come on lets see i’m gon swell this shoe box keep this blunt lit blow out the boom box spit that playa sh-t playa sh-t playa sh-t.

verse 2 [the game] yo it’s the n-gg- wit the nasty flow in a clean rag 6 4 if the d’s spinnin i can bag a hoe top down so my rag will show whatever in the dutch purple or orange hairs it’s just a bag of dro hit sn-tch wit my cackies on a latin lounger marc jacobs linen and don magleys on ima gangster in the burbs they love it 20 wit a baby face and sit on b-ss like kirby pucket you can’t buy a ferrari f-ck it cop ya from jay the bricks come wit luois vouiton luggage need a order i can cover it the dimes is free the quarters is 75 the ball is live aint n-body fumbelin on my block we in the field like bigs and marshall faulk we runnin the rock nothing less than a 100 a pop anything less you a cop shoot you and take your vest and your glock motherf-ckas.

- playalitical lyrics

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