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spm – get yo guns lyrics

[south park mexican:]
yeah man, uh, i’m in the studio with big flake.

[big flake:]
uh huh.

[south park mexican:]
that’s my n-gg-, he fin to wreck this b-tch.

[big flake:]
for real.

[south park mexican:]
uh, yo, we shut ’em down we dope house records
we’re a family, we ride together we roll together
for you hoes that don’t understand it, f-ck you.
you know what i’m talkin’ about? [laugh] yo, uh.

[big flake:]
big flake b-tch yeah, you know me
ride around in my city in a leg o d
like, i hit the block with a glock in my priches
f-ck the bullsh-t & i got something for you b-tches
that’s all in my sp-ce, tryin’ to take a n-gg- place
go on with the sh-t, get the f-ck out my face
f-ck a case, the hooter can’t hold me down
i’m 300 pounds, 6 feet you know me now
& show me b-tch where the dance stash shack
got a cannon on my waist & b-tch i blast back
i get the last laugh ’cause i ain’t stoppin’ ’til i fold you
i flip ya’ll boys like a ki of soda
it’s the take over, shut ’em down on the map
& we don’t give a f-ck i drop bombs like a j-ps
& throwed tracks & throwed raps, i bust caps.
now what y’all little n-gg-s know about that?
first we click clack, then you hear it go pop
i’m a young little g & man i can’t stop
i’m non shalant, so i can’t be detected
& you heard the ghetto mexican’s b-tch i wrecked it
it’s like i resurrected & just came up out the grave
’cause everytime i grab the mic, all these n-gg-s in a daze
it’s like amazed, when you creep up in the hood
every corner you weak, my g’s up to no good
it’s understood, my crime stories & dope sales
my n-gg- los said, man dope sales
you gon’ fail, if you try to test this
i’m like daytime tv young & restless
check the guest list, me & d v.i.p.
i’m a cold -ss mex call me frosty
don’t try to cross me ’cause i don’t like hoe n-gg-s
i bust down the door with a .44 n-gg-
do i like no no n-gg-, big flake on the loose out
hold a grudge with 2 face n-gg-s f-ck they d-mn troops, b-tch.

[south park mexican:]
that’s real my n-gg-
f-ck these hoe -ss n-gg-s.

[chorus: south park mexican] [x2]
you bring your boys, i’ll bring my boys
you get yo’ guns, i’ll get my guns.

[south park mexican:]
on the playlist, diamond bracelets
then we make hits, v12’s sp-ceships
spent a few years in this rap game
slangin’ cocaine, man it’s the exact same
n-gg-s i was sellin’ kilos & elbows with
are the same mighty f-ckers that i do shows with
smoke indo & f-ck with some thick hoes
my enemies roll deep like some minnows
i’m still los the one you came to for caine fool
when you got robbed when you had to explain to
i came through the door, said it before
devil in the mic, mezmerized be the row
as a plan of skills, i’m still crackin’ rims
i got a beer belly look like i’m havin’ twins
i’m the youngest, mom say i’m the worst
the finest b-tch in my school was the f-ckin’ nurse
only heaven knows, what i’ve been through
in 3rd grade i got busted with a jinsu
now i rest my head in a hotel room
with a gun & a b-tch & some used balloons
watchin’ cable half a 8 on the table
mix a 2 liter with 4 o’s of maple
i’m waicko i mean wacko, come through the back door
& went for ‘about 80 pounds of wacky tabacco
i jack hoes, but now i’m tryin’ to rap though
my nextdoor neighbor played for the astros
& last night he hit 2 home runs
everywhere i go i got at least 4 guns
i got 2 plants, that grow under lamps
i’m at the club just wishin’ i could dance
man i got cash, still i’m a quetho
i like to watch my dog eat up other dogs & let go
i’m murdering, i’ll destroy any earthling
chokin’ on his own blood, gargling & gurgling
step to me, you better be hard
i know you m-th-f-ckers remember me from reveille park.

[chorus: south park mexican] [x4]
you bring your boys, i’ll bring my boys
you get yo’ guns, i’ll get my guns.

for sure.

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