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vel 9 - gutter lyrics

she liven’ in the..cus her brains in the..

[verse one: vel 9]
yo she smelling like a bucket of p-ss, yo how attractive
haven’t even started the beat, im already getting active
yes im original straight from the crowd
how you expect me not to listen and refrain getting loud?
yo i keep it representative of my culture, eat em like a vulture
i ain’t picky, ill slaughter em before they even line they notes up
rap nerds and they evenly line they nose up
rack em up c0ke, im only f-ckin’ with the doja
and ill still leave they face numb
leave em with some bad brains, brain damage
the same savage in the fast lane
and i gain stamina every round im rappin’ em
battlin’, top of the dome status
forget your lines like frontal lobe damage
now you crying in spanish to vela
watching your favorite telenovela
cus ill die being a xochitl over a discua paz
homie im feminine as f-ck and ill beat that -ss
believe me, i mean these things dont last
catch me busting a benefit soon, i’m off of the map
just a disembodied voice in the barn
form of communication is when your webbing with your yarn
and you stay laced in pearls-
will her skin continue to look great curves?
her hair placed in curls? brain great with words?
but still she ain’t a worth if she breaks from her nerve
nonbelievers are fearful and they ain’t even heard of her
servin’ these weak emcees yo is what i do best
like taking from they bank account before they even deposited check
im the positive check, injecting ya neck with the potency
coming at me with them roses and poetry
is known to get ya neck broke with n0body noticing
im rolling solo dolo and i know where my homies be
see whats the difference between me and you?
about 8 mixtapes, 12 videos and the term celebrity
zombie attack, carnivore stat cus these emcees looking dead to me
im radiating beasting on ya nerves, first ill eat right at ya spinal chord
im feeding on ya worth, homie see that im the first to get you straight shook
and i ain’t even on ya f-ckin’ turf b-tch, this ain’t a service
this is my first sh-t to ever drop the surface
untainted like im about to pop a virgin in my pops suburban
or more like mama smurf f-kin’ with these
hatin’ -ss lost suburb kids who lost on purpose
can’t handle without getting a grip
so we squabbin’ fists until we settle this sh-t
then own ya death to cl-t
im moving urban core
pit stops in the pit lops getting they sh-t knocked
missing about forty dollars from they wallet and they wrist watch
and a weak -ss dime sack off his homie who had just slipped up
producing head of my state, call me chris rock
it ain’t hard to remember who i be homie, pick pocket pearl..

- vel 9 lyrics

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