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spit gemz – homemade hot sauce lyrics

[verse 1: spit gemz]
first nut i ever bust was in juvenile hall
beating off to the lil kim poster on my wall
hardcore, when she was still a cutie
getting money to the skit of her getting f-cked in the movies
oh wee, i used to have a thing for her
then she turned into that thing, i don’t even know what to call her
and f-ck nicki minaj, i miss lauryn
latifa and lyte, the rest of you b-tches is boring
free remy, you can quote me on all of that
and f-ck your record label, i’m the one who ain’t calling back
everything you seen thus far i orchestrated
from a project bedroom with no paper
i’m the artist, the engineer and producer here
shot, directed and edited by my pubic hairs
aside from a few good men
and two strong women, ain’t n0body help gemz
but if thirst say shoot ’em
i’mma put the bullets right ‘through ’em
before we get to discuss if i knew ’em
lo-life -ss-ssin, i’m doing my job
and i’m focused on my set like i used to do in the yard
i got a squad, broken home is the future
and little homie with the canon is just dying to shoot ya

[verse 2: meyhem lauren]
we could spit gems or gem stars, my pen scars
sh-t, my name holds the type of weight that bends bars
we been stars, the masters is late, we keep it moving though
push packs, pimping properly, possess the smoothest flow
real n-ggas know what time it is, black, f-ck the feedback
already co-signing myself, i don’t need that
i don’t need nothing really, feel me, i’m self-efficient
stand-up n-gga, never got the belt for b-tching
y’all can have that, f-ck it, i’m p-ssed rap
we’ll come through and blast that, homie, you -sscrack
who the f-ck’s running new york? how could you ask that?
i ain’t really worried about much, just where the cash at
if my chain look stupid and my watch looks dumb
i think smart and stay sharp, so i’m holding my gun
all queens everything, we up in this b-tch
i’d go to h-ll before i ever turn snitch, that’s laurenovich

[verse 3: thirstin howl iii]
i’m all brooklyn with the .44 crooked
got more famous so i bought more bullets
underground crown, bless my style
you don’t gotta play my sh-t on the fm dial
homemade hot sauce, spanish spicy
rice & beans, platanos and ice cream
war vets since letigre short sets
long d-ck chicks, just takin short breaths
team mogul, delete the lead vocal
street social, 60’s soulful
l’s in the air everywhere that i walk
never gave a f-ck, or cared what you thought
i write rhymes with a chisel and chainsaw
every d-mn day try to steal from the same store
spit gemz, meyhem lauren
i could retire now and just depend on them
smooth sale with a gangsta lean
been a good year, gotta thank the team
kerosene & gasoline, gotta keep the camera clean
count the casualties far from the apple tree
there’s no secret in the way i’m built
and i don’t gotta lie to display my sk!ll
made my house outta mud when i was down in the dirt
big vic-lo, thirstin howl the 3rd

- spit gemz lyrics

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