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snake hollywood - great minds lyrics

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verse 1… (snake hollywood)

i was on the block doin circles in the benz

pyrex pot, gl-ss thick as urkel’s lens

textin my connect im finna see u for that work

trappin out the ‘jects, we had the pheans goin berzerk

i ain’t never met a problem that a ruger couldn’t solve

shots wizzin through, penmanship sentence u to god

money on my mind, money in the linens of my pockets

flippin product n-ggas dying to make these profits (out here)

i know some n-ggas that’ll hit u for a couple hunnid

& hoes swallow so much nut u gotta pump their stomachs

i seen guns jam & explode… in the hands of the man that was tryna unload it

i breeze through & floss wit fly b@!ches

i done seen pheans sniff more dope up than todd bridges

i done seen g’z lose their corners & cry rivers

mobbin in the fast lane, puttin god first like my last name

but im still on the block pitchin them rocks

phen0barbital withdrawal had a n-gga stomach in knots–twitchin

in a truck sittin pretty wit a cluck dippin

low enough to choke her up, zero f#cks given… sh-ttin… livin… yea… listen..

verse 2… (dave east)

lately n-ggas just hate cause they ain’t me

wanna send me heat wit no ac

think im sweet? taste me, how much u really want it?

enough to put a mil on it or ya deal on it?

next year first cl-ss guess who im goin wit

my own n-ggas, see i paid my own trips

rock my own ice, smoke my own zips

sell at my own price, get rich off my own sh-t

tropicana the whip, couple hammers legit, hunnid dancers to split

me and you on the road, bandannas cameras & piff

you hand to hand is a myth, panoramic my views… balmain on the st-tch

wasn’t dressed for the game so me i just played the bench

flinch soon as i jump, that paranoia done got you

mix em when we hustle then zip em up like a tent

i feel like birdie in above the rim, razor blade right up under my tongue like i just wanna win

talk to god all the time i ain’t wanna sin

keep my circle tight, square n-ggas i dont want em in

drop 6 was spotless, b@#ches was topless….

verse 3… (snake hollywood)

flexin like lee haney wit the weed & xaneys

brainey n-gga wit a zaney flow, stayed in lo

& hilfiger, trappin & spillin liquor, the p-ssion of a real n-gga

who carried biscuits like all-day

livonia, mother gaston to broadway

b#!ches wit wack p-ssy we f#ck em & yawn oy vey…

this is heavy intellectual street sh#t

lagerfeld leathers on top of the gucci fleece knit, (g-sh#t)

hot 97 rhyme ready, chop & bag the dope to clock feddy, yall dont hear me…

they say great minds thinks alike

im thinkin bread, mold green, the color of envy & kryptonite

yo i been livin like a savage since i touched the cabbage

lavish hustles from paris to brussels, louis v jackets buckled

stacks in duffles, strap on the hip, envision this cl-ssic shuffle (bloaw)

yo, dont take my civilized nature for some soft sh-t

i got them reinforcements wit them four fif’s gripped

air it out, clear it out, u on the menu fool

bodies chopped up, dropped in a swimming pool

brooklyn on my back, queens on my chest

staten island & the boogie down but to flex

got harlem k!llas in them oversized fitteds

my long island & yonkers n-ggas’ll be out here in 5 minutes

we gone take this sh#t back to the frontier

essentially n-gga, ya dealin wit a mecca affair

living like the k!llas do

the chopper under the couch in the living room–bloaw leave n-ggas in ruins

these n-ggas is goons, these n-ggas is ooohh….

- snake hollywood lyrics

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