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Gunnz&Butta (feat. Smurf Mcgirt)

by mar-chell

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Howlin' at the moon like a lone Wolf Tryin' to get back pieces of my soul that The game took Shit passed me like a Magic Johnson No look, I just joined the team, ain't even get the peep to play, bro Yo, me and my day ones been doin' our thing Call a number, put him down like it's bull In a ring Take each other's heads off like Undertaker and Kane But all that ever did was add more strength to the chain The world full of pain, they never said it would be easy, bro Gave me the game but charged me heavy for The TV I'm the type to buy the steak but make spaghetti So the team eat My bro beef is my beef, grind that in the Mincemeat Headshot, I leave your brain wetter than the Mint leaf Bank account holdin' more cheddar than the Mint keep Flow on point, yet it's so abstract And even if I take a L, I'ma be right back Loyalty over everything, longevity be a special Thing Worth way more than any metal ring Fuck with my squad, ain't nothin' to let the metal bang Nigga, bang, he's bout to eat, about that bread and cheese like a pizza Me and my dogs lockin' up drawers, runnin' in the crib, makin' shit in the drawers We bout to eat ya, nigga, harder than ether Light up the sky and make it brighter than Easter South Jersey chainsaw massacre, leave you and your passengers Slumped inside of a bandit Acura, on the 7 around outlaw Bangin' the boss life plenty fish in the sea but we can fuck with the shark type Automatic pistols lay you back like a kraftmatic when it hit you Drama is not an issue, it's easily solved I know some fuckboy's who Turnin' to warriors Once you put the weapons in they palm, lil' niggas Trappin' to the p-wagon, van come More bullets in guns than the age of they grandmoms I'm here to settle this, Xu crew, you dudes irrelevant Wanted for some frivolous flows or some embezzlement Mar chell beyond your measurement You got a better chance fly fuckin' an elephant My microphone's smart, state of the art And I ain't goin' to Disneyland, my man You can find me in Clementon Park, celebratin' Two hood rats, a fifth of jack If I fall from the top, I take the transit back In a raincoat, I chain smoke, bottles a leak I know a reckless detective that shoot at plainclothes police Don't confuse the cockiness with confidence I'm out of this world, need you to rockship I don't even stop to shit I can shit on these haters, won't even flush the toilet Shit on these niggas, you know the flow is flawless Shit ain't no game, man Jersey's mine, man Shit ain't no game What you judge a level of success on Only if you had enough to keep your flesh on Guns and butter, 90% of vets wrong It's the organ shifter, so I suggest you keep your vest on What you judge a level of success on Only if you had enough to keep your flesh on Guns and butter, 90% of vets wrong Organ shifter, so I suggest you keep your vest on Let's get it

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