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whoridas - town shit lyrics

this is my townsh-t, (townsh-t…)
wit the raleighs, for the n-gg-z, that whoride

[chorus:]

this is my townsh-t for the n-gg-z
in the ‘maros and the mali’s wit the raleighs
this is my townsh-t for the n-gg-s that whoride and the bustas high side
this is the townsh-t where we have sideshows that get raided by the five-o’s
this is my townsh-t for the n-gg-s, that strap gats, and acc-mulate scratch

this is my townsh-t for the n-gg-s in ‘maros and the mali’s wit the raleighs
and the kits can’t forget the ‘stangs the coupes, and old schools wit the duals
sittin on gold ones, beats in the trunk straight blowin for blocks
but ain’t trippin on the cops, ballers ballers
knots in ya pocks, non-stop action
hoes be flaggin, playas down in the traffic
and vice versa action, tongue lashin
pooh b-tts be draggin, so they get p-ssed by
but don’t blame it on the high
just smash off and better luck next time
you hittin the strip, don’t trip, cause every few blocks
you run into a knot ya stop and pop one
sittin pretty tight, holla at me later on good night, trick
this is my townsh-t

this is my townsh-t for the n-gg-z
in the ‘maros and the mali’s wit the raleighs
this is my townsh-t for the n-gg-z that whoride and the bustas high side
this is the townsh-t where we have sideshows that get raided by the five-o’s
this is my townsh-t for the n-gg-z, that strap gats, and acc-mulate scratch

let me touch down on makin paper hit on the pager i do you little favor
for a fee, i pitched it to my foleys we skin deep you’re crossed we
and re-ve-enge we blend in like two chameleons
can’t see our skin when we bounce in
cause we be covered in leather, and it goes down however
we want us and when we
slide up on ya on the corner and start bustin like whoridas
with them choppers, makin n-gg-s wanna retire, and that’s how you handle your
business, man, what is this?

this is my townsh-t for the n-gg-z
in ‘maros and the mali’s wit the raleighs
this is my townsh-t for the n-gg-s, that strap gats, and acc-mulate scratch

mr. critical don’t wanna get physical,
i’m freakin this empty signal as big nose
jay-z or reggie, are they ready for some straight laced who rida joggin
that we be splurgin lurkin nightstalkin
chalkin fools up in the list a hits and
check this

[saafir]
westbound lick the town sh-t give me a pound sh-t
give it playa status and smash it to ya hideout
then knock on me on ya block foley on a come up
till the sun’s up gettin this paid another who-rida
escapade-us, the greatest side-show on earth
was givin birth in a town-b-tch
cowards get infected by a five-o can’t feel nuthin
but a cool, calm and collected
when i ride though
sideways on a hoe call her a b-tch then b-mp this
gold fingers on bomb tell ya son
got that townsh-t

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