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the ill spoken - can't go wrong lyrics

[intro: beedie & intro]
let me get that water
yeah
it’s b.dubb, easy mac (we just can’t go wrong)
ha, yo (you got me hypnotized, mesmerized)
yo
on that swag tip, b+tch (haha)

[verse 1: beedie]
let me get hype on these fools (murk ’em, yo)
yo, robbin’ giant eagle, [?] the charles spiegel
i saw charles bake in the alley, hoggin’ a needle (whoops)
see, this jam right here goes out for all of my people
just stand up for ya rights ’cause breakin’ laws is illegal
and i [?] than all of the beatles, all four
i tell hoes to get on all fours
shе say, “hit it from behind where thе p+ssy is pinker”
so i spanked her, and put my finger inside of her sphincter (hey!)
slidin’ in, then i’m slidin’ out
tell you, “turn around,” i bust in ya eye or mouth
the night is out, it’s friday, i’m ridin’ south
and i’m smokin’ fat blunts ’til my high is out
i lie in clouds and rest ’til the date of my birth
remember money is an issue, so i stayed in my work
but if i quit this sh+t, then maybe i’ll get paid on the first
but let me paint a picture, sprayin’ like the paint on my shirt
this ain’t no taggin’, this is baggin’ up and flippin’ the sh+t
the verse quick like a automatic clip when i spit
sh+t, you want a quick sixteen? man, i sh+t sixteen
leave the battleground a sick, sick scene
the sickness seems to run through his blood in doses
it floods furiously what you love, hug the closest, b
’cause i’ma pull the plug [?]
leavin’ you with a slug in ya mug, it’s over, b (yeah)
[verse 2: mac miller]
it’s over, b, there’s somethin’ hangin’ over me
lace up my sneaks as i’m runnin’ f+ckin’ over these keys
i’m runnin’ f+ckin’ over beats
fresh off a blunt, nah, this isn’t a sober me
this is the high me, watch as i fly by
we ride high, smell the piff as we drive by
but i had to sigh, lungs filled but i’m too strong
get ya groove on ‘fore ya proved wrong
’cause i gotta screw sh+t in the music
if you think we losin’, we’ll prove we the choosen
if you need some bruisin’, i will f+ckin’ give it to you
i’ll hit it for you, sit back and let me spit it for you
the track is crack, i fiend for the mic
i got girls over my shoulder tryna read what i write
yeah, the flow’s at ease when the hoes [?]
but i’m broke, throwin’ cheese just to blow some trees
’cause the rich get poor [?]
i flow sh+t, spit hits ’til you sick and sore
i’m about to run this sh+t ’cause i’m fit for war
in the battleground spittin’, givin’ hits galore
ya fit for more? b+tch, i don’t think you are really
find us puffin’ dutches, y’all still on the phillies
’cause it’s back to basics, it’s sad, but face it
in the (yeah) [?] waste to the track, i laced it
i was out gettin’ p+ssy, y’all just m+st+rbated
i’m the master and you have to hate it
i’m past the greatest, with ill sh+t, and the raps are heinous
i’m blasted, yeah, the kid had to laugh, i made it (haha)
[outro: intro]
we just can’t go wrong
we just can’t go wrong
we just can’t go wrong
you got me hypnotized, mesmerized

- the ill spoken lyrics

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