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South Park Mexican - Woodson N Worthin lyrics
[SPM:] Smoke on the kill popped up on three wheel want another peel naw nigga I'ma chill gone off the X its the SP-Mex just made 2 twenty-thousand dollar bets hoes wanna speak nah I need a freak I be freestyle flowing in my sleep out to Hous-tone that's my dam home I like to get high I need a bowl of Honeycomb Man put em up man I can't quit I need a forty and a forty cigarette down for my raza mira lo que pasa when it get hot I'ma have to buy a raspa maybe orchata check my palabras I like girls with the real pretty patas Ima throw vato back to chase gato SPM mean South Park Mojado 1 in a billion V-12 engine in the same city with Destiny's Children I'm off the rocka peace to Lil' Papa I be the ship its better shamda kaka I'ma take a picture of you're but naked sister and my killas got more pliers than wrencha gangsta gangsta read all about it 22 holes in ya' brand new outfit feestyle flow is all I come with I don't give a fuck ya'll stupid dumb bitch in the land of g's smoking QP's Smoke on kill I'ma smoke trees man I get crunked do what with my thang swang lang lang in the mothafucking brain dumb diddy dum did I did I get dumb I'ma get my gun I'ma shoot off your thumb Shoot you in the buns I mean the dam ass I'ma get a glass and than pull up some rasp mothafucking berry with a lil cherry my mothafuckin niggas is so dam very so dam very mothafuckin scary with the mothafucking what what the Dirty Harry I'ma say hi to my favorite cities I dont even care if they what little bitty I get on my knees and I thank the Lord whipping boys down with my microphone cord swurl to the world diamonds and pearls all my girls died like Devirl Ashurl straw to the nose curl up my toes selling that cane to them buttnaked hoes man I aint foolish but I do talk to bullets better tell ya boys to cool it cause I grab it and I pull it man [Chorus X2:] As I look up at the sky my eye starts bliking a tear drops my eye my body temperature falls I'm shakin can they break in tryin to save a dog [Second Verse:] Man I put it down I aint tryin to trip but I talk shit in the syrup I'ma sip peace to Lil' Flip and my big homie Hump Hillwood Cloverland Sunnyside aint no pump ?? |
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