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vic spencer & sonnyjim - lamb shish lyrics

[verse 1: sonnyjim]
fresh off the meat rack
feeling like money on a speed bag
freeway ricky with a blicky in a ski mask
i play it cool like g rap, chablis with the sea b-ss
krs with the sneak attack
superfly like jimmy snuka
drinking miller, getting mullered
on my day off like ferris bueller
fresh sh-llfish at the chalet
i keep them on their toes like ballet
one for money
two for the monet
three for the modern art piece i unveiled at the soiree
24 carat chains, scoring like harry kane
franklin saint with that crack cocaine
i’m a real ninja
hit the lick and run the field with ya
keep it trill, you know the deal, k!ller
big man ting, we know real k!llers
you know some little fockers, some ben stillers

[verse 2: vic spencer]
uh, i’m really a hard man to k!ll
blam the steel, cannon will blow your face off
throw up the [?]
n-gg-s is wearing fake [?]
i’m with the malbec, the weed got me bent
siberian trips, the weed grape custard
i land on your face like a great busted chick
hot like chinese mustard, but i’m not interested
turning down p-ssy builds character, i’m in to win
gatekeepers don’t know who they letting in
pull up on my enemy’s block with glock in extra skin
the tec-9 stay next to the gin
i’m super loco
wanted to clap [?], when everybody wanted coco (but hey)
you know lightskin chicks gonna be stuck up
new b-tches don’t be looking like sh-t, so shut the f-ck up
gangsters just move different
the lame n-gg-s don’t even do business
i listen to [?]
sh-t, i’m old as f-ck
you behind the mike
knowing you never wrote enough
b-mping flying lotus stuff, dead on the ground
f-ck that deadboy sh-t i put my head on the sounds
the b-ss is my main hoe
just to hit the snare i had to go home and change clothes
don’t jump in my lane clothes, but [?] still do it
sh-t, that’s how my voice still overpower music
deep in my villainy ways
f-ck all these hero rappers if they feel in the way
they some b-tch-ss n-gg-s, imma k!ll ’em today
and read the news the next morning about how they were slain
i love murders
that’s spoke in the third person
k!lling the raps, i got the [?] splurging
it’s over for you, close curtains
you interrupting me, i was buying my baby bags from [?]
f-ck

- vic spencer sonnyjim lyrics

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