Street Legal (feat. Reese Money)
King Spencer Pace
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On a carpet with a bunch of Arabs? No sir! And you se You wont see me stop eating no ribs either Gotta have them ribs, and pussy too! Don't Malcom talk about no Pussy? You know that ain't go work When you've got a mic on you never know when someone is listening Crossing my arms and I'm throwing my feet up Kicking that shit like my name is Adidas I am the kid that they play on the speaker Charging that snake 20k for a feature Aim at his face I control alt delete her Serving a pint, but I sip on a liter Tying it up like I'm lacing a sneaker I'm dying to nut but I aint break a fever Broke up with that bitch, she ain't got potential Selling blue prints, these the fundamental Different colors different exponential Yellow 2 just like a ready pencil Spray em through just like a loaded stencil Masked up I aint talking dental I'm in his yard like a sign that says rental And I'm snapping so hard I shit on instrumentals My block on fire like I'm Rowdy Rebel Mike Gleason he the county devil Shawn Dick, D.A. tell me how he's special Life's a game its got a thousand levels I'm smoking that pressure always doing extra I got the bread and the lettuce not ketchup Always steppin' even when momma left us I'm keeping the Tech in the whip like a Tesla Crossing my arms and I'm throwing my feet up Kicking that shit like my name is Adidas I am the kid that they play on the speaker Charging that snake 20k for a feature Aim at his face I control alt delete her Serving a pint, but I sip on a liter Crossing my arms and I'm throwing my feet up Kicking that shit like my name is Adidas I am the kid that they play on the speaker Charging that snake 20k for a feature I aim at his face I control alt delete her Ya Im serving that pint, but I sip on a liter Tying it up like I'm lacing a sneaker Im dying to nut but I ain't break no fever Head shot like I'm Kurt Cobain Next opp getting served Propane Red dot to ensure no brains Feds hot they ain't getting no case Asking me questions ain't getting no names Like what's my intentions and who is to blame Aint got no evidence faker than presidents Like how they go sentence a kid with no weight Surprise is the element f*ck it I'm selling it How the f*ck do charge me without no cocaine Whipping the batter, I ain't with the chatter Yo moms favorite rapper, I'm bigger than ever I'm hitting the backwoods it's wrapped in some shatter I'm higher than Saturn, and sticking to clever Balling like bladders ain't falling like ladders You mad that I have her but I still got better Stuck in the stu he's addicted to rapping I have a passion to make my dreams happen Monopolize money because I'm good at rapping And he's working for case lid cuz he's always cappin' Driving dirty no this aint street legal With my dogs no boy I ain't breeding beagles I ain't breeding beagles Reese Money F*ck on yo bitch and she turn to a Caesar Twin Glocks, nigga "hi nice-ta-meet-ya" Ima go crazy for all of my people More stripes than a muh-fuckin' zebra Coming through like Max Payne Extended clip, it got no aim I live in Harvard getting close brain No case, no face Reese Money The god, I aint scared of niggas With no names F*ck around (Shee) And have no brain (Shee) Stand tall like a Great Dane Muh-fuckers acting like, I don't know pain Loose lips get shot on yo shit Kel-Tec, nigga hold 30 clip All of my niggas some monsters Blood leaking nigga dripping like a muh-fuckin' lobster Go, go, go Bullet hit his head, now this brain nigga lookin like muh-fuckin' pasta These niggas imposters They fake, ouu, wha? Oh-my-gosha Im striking like lightning And Im Prince Zuko go and aim on a Bison You little bitty bitches be triffling Austin torturer Hit this bitch like Jason Next Nothing Perplexed Im stepping on all of y'all necks I'm Jango with the guns Busting these slugs, busting yo bitch in the tub She showed me that pussy I took Tennis chains nigga cost me a dub Been the same nigga straight out the mudd' I was born as a national hero But I send shots straight to the people Chop you up and send you back to yo people Im gritty, Im gritty Im muh-fuckin' evil Stuntin' like my name is Knievel Bring me the money nigga, split it with my peoples Get to the money, straight for my people All of my niggas is muh-fuckin' evil
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