ft. Peedi Crakk
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Heart as cold as December
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Shots hard as the Devil
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Hustle, plotting some reggies
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Just surviving the ghetto
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Survival of the fittest
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Itchy fingers for triggers
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Sticky fingers we got, it's the fingers that hit us
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Best women in tropic, just hella exotic
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You can smell on my pocket
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Friend tell 'em I got it
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Counterclock on the colon just to sprinkle a soda
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Whole city embrace him like he a soldier
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Waiting to blow, ready to go if them niggas approach me
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They watching the cars, they watching the sauce
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So I sleep with it closely
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Yeah, sleeping banana, freak them with Daisy
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Orgasm, they get to busting, leave them no dely
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I'm ready to go, he's ready to blow, my nigga, he's buzzing
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I murdered a cop, he's better than who? My nigga, you bugging
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We get hot and we thuggin', 36 in the oven
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God, I'm pitching and hugging, fiends sticking and puffing
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Hard now, we crumbling, yeah, we flipping the water
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And we richer than Porter and I'm hitting they daughters
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Niggas saying wishing me luck, niggas wish me to die
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Kid nigga's alive
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Cousin on meth leave, uncle on crack crime
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Brother on a jail cell, youngest on the back block
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Giving no warnings, been in the corner with my Glock high
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Lil' clown, fuck you for a pound with that Mac out
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Sky blue, one time slid through, it's green now
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Stop in fresh lanes, face down like any day now
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Licking drugs in strip clubs, this is the Devil's playground
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I'm intentionally in it, my intuitions is vague now
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Could be lottas of K rounds, make your heart skip a tempo
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Leave the aroma, disarranges, build me the incidentals
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Gotta switch up the rental, my appointment's in pencil
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30 and stitching and turn the info in a sip
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I'm just Peedi, I can't be what you perceive me
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To be what you seeing and believe on your TV
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I'm iller than watching Thriller in 3D
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See me still chilling with my nigga, see, it's still us, P
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Feeling like a million, fuck these niggas RIP
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Buck niggas all they see, fucking with the black and Latin Master P
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Bout it, bout it, shot it 'cause I'm probably bout it
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Faggots hopping off the closet like style out of pocket
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Nosetalgia
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| Young Chris |
