Spitfire (Prod. Contraband)
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Have one rolled to the top to get higher Hot box might have to air out like a dryer Niggas mad I now they wish Id retire But all I know is I was told to spitfire Phone taps they tryna line me like the wire, He talk hot spin that block like a tire, Up this glock he see a flash no lighter Skin get bun try runnin around fire Young and dumb all that I knew was get wild (Get live) They scorn me and put a youngin' on trial (No cap) Mama cryd all that I want was her smile (Her smile) Sorry mom I'll be back home in a while (Back soon) Jumped that porch and the feds they made files (Watch me) Take a few steps in my kicks They did miles I left blood sweat and my tears on these tiles In too deep in these streets n it's vile I can't pick up my phone so don't dial Had to wrap money in stacks I need piles Hit the mall might have to cop the new styles Niggas see what's on me n they get riled Have one rolled to the top to get higher Hot box might have to air out like a dryer Niggas mad I now they wish Id retire But all I know is I was told to spitfire Phone taps they tryna line me like the wire He talk hot spin that block like a tire Up this glock he see a flash no lighter Skin get bun try runnin around fire
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