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spa77ow - virgin remy lyrics

intro[spa77ow acapella]
boy i put that on my city
put that on my b-tch weave that its remy
god forgive all the real n-ggas die
then i bet my heart stop

hook [spa77ow beat]
boy i put that on my city
put that on my b-tch weave that its remy
god forgive all the real n-ggas die
then i bet my heart stop

[verse 1 spa77ow]
im sh-tting on your dead dad im sh-tting on his willow
im sh-tting on the king size bed and the pillow
im sh-tting on a starburst im sh-tting on a skittle
hard ima have to wipe my -ss with a brillo ditto
b-tches that strippers is too naughty
i rather f-ck your shorty your shorty while you worry
you text her and you text her i tell you she too h-rny
the b-tch ate b-lls i call it a pool party
sorry n-gga im the hallmark nicest
while you run base like the ballpark hiestes
i put that grip to your head like tyson
and take half off like walmart prices
now now fix your -ss up
like god out the shower get your -ss up
these rev run bullets that will lift your -ss up
until the cops come caprisun sip your -ss up
and i can tell n-ggas is mad that
your new sh-t is chicken pox n-gga i had that
and i can tell girls i smashed that
a bridge of bad b-tches from brooklyn to bagdad
now now all that tacky
and them b-tches over there hair is wacky
boy i put that on my city
put that on my girl weave are you with me

hook 2x
boy i put that on my city
put that on my b-tch weave that its remy
god forgive all the real n-ggas die
then i bet my heart stop

[verse 2 tone trump]
i put that on my city i put on for my city
the west side of philly man i run that sh-t like diddy
in a porsche banging biggie i put that on my b-tch weave
little thick blonde b-tch she like a young eve
they love tony they hate tony
i dont give a f-ck as long as i get cake homey
all about the grind k!ll them downsouth
five features yesterday i survive in a drought
trying to black ball a n-gga i survived all about
put my name in they head they kept my name in they mouth
twenty mill made off the street rest in peace to the ones i weep
live family like hov and bleek
see im all about my money im all about my paper
s five fifty balling on you haters
came from the bottom so i reaching for the top
fifty fourth and market man im speaking for the block
talk alot of sh-t but we not speaking to the cops
n-ggas reach for the chain i each for the glock
tattoo tears my brother doing years
so it ain’t just me i have to get it for his kids lets win

hook 2x
boy i put that on my city
put that on my b-tch weave that its remy
god forgive all the real n-ggas die
then i bet my heart stop

- spa77ow lyrics

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