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styles p - high speed lyrics

(yeah)
vinnie idol, poobs
big bully
pimpin’ what up?
jojo what up?
it’s going down, crazy
i empty my sh-ts out n-gg-
feel me…

psycho simply, please don’t tempt me
to squeeze the sh-t off till it’s empty
one by one, keep it coming n-gg- gun by gun
ain’t run but it’s my house n-gg-, please don’t come
you ain’t welcome here, four pound’ll melt them here like grilled cheese
real g’s f-ck around with heroin and realties
coupes that was roofless, gangstas that was ruthless
talk sense to ’em, or be mothaf-ckin’ useless
flying on the highway, tokyo drifting floating sideways
coupe’s the same color as the padres
fitted in a jersey, yeah it’s all tragic
how me and the gunplay like magic and james worthy
but n-gg-s you ain’t worthy, n-gg-s is pain worthy
i’m holding the thang st-rdy and letting the thang curve me
which means i will let it off, get it off
got four b-tches that get down like latifah and set it off
dope dealer dreams, with dope fiend schemes
i keep a og gun, in my og jeans
i blow a haze but i still keep a codeine lean
which means i be tripping, f-ck giving the whipping
slip the clip in, start squeezing till n-gg-s is dripping
and whichever n-gg-s is dipping’s a smart man
if you got heart man, five shots from the mothaf-ckin’ cart-man
sp disguised in the trenchcoat
whoever in the park, i be leaving the bench soaked
n-gg-…

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