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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Blvck Svm
Blvck Svm
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Boldy James
Boldy James
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eeryskies
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Benjamin Glover
Benjamin Glover
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James Clay Jones III
James Clay Jones III
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Joshua Carroll
Joshua Carroll
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CHXLL
CHXLL
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Purple flower printed on the last drop Set my navigation to the stash spot Turn to Mike Alstott and tote the pack with two hands Can't afford to fumble, I can't let these niggas flu flam Purple flower printed on the last drop Set my navigation to the stash spot Turn to Mike Alstott and tote the pack with two hands Can't afford to fumble, I can't let these niggas flu flam 40 for a zone Couple clientele sounding frantic on the phone, tryna get it before it's gone Niggas scraping on the maple, they can't leave it alone It's a few that's only here for the filling within the bones I don't blame em, I just break em down This Santoku turn the muscle into butter, not a falter, not a stutter They watching from a distance, not a single word is uttered Final slice is reminiscent of a Mariano cutter I'm a rising star in two games, cast iron skillet sit on blue flames Trim the fat and drop it on the heat like a Pat Riley contract Bumping Biggie manual, this Gucci gas mask help me eurostep a contact Ain't no ventilation, I can't have these fumes escaping Whole ensemble headed straight to the cleaners Adjust to the fever with Cuban freezer links thicker than a polar bear femur Temperature colder than the weather they dream of Purple flower printed on the last drop Set my navigation to the stash spot Turn to Mike Alstott and tote the pack with two hands Can't afford to fumble, I can't let these niggas flu flam Purple flower printed on the last drop Set my navigation to the stash spot Turn to Mike Alstott and tote the pack with two hands Can't afford to fumble, I can't let these niggas flu flam Long live the Ruler All these VVS stones from the jeweler glowing in my Cuban Staring at the ceiling of the Rolls, shit feel like I'm shrooming I'm still in touch with all the shooters Really grew up 7 6 and selling dust to all the users Abusing the drank, girly pouring up a cup of Luna You know that we fucking, just to put a hush on all the rumors To end all the speculation, six degrees of separation The pedigree I was breeded preceded my reputation Streets is a devil's haven, left my faith with a scar Ain't plan to make it this far, exceeded my expectation Blunts full of gumbo, jumbo Patek Philippe Cuz I been up more than down through these valleys and peaks Mag in my fleece to put it all in perspective Now it's Somerset Collection, pockets full of cash and receipts Rocking Gallery Dept. in the 'jects with a key Fuck the Department of Correct, ain't no correction for me Purple flower printed on the last drop Set my navigation to the stash spot Turn to Mike Alstott and tote the pack with two hands Can't afford to fumble, I can't let these niggas flu flam Purple flower printed on the last drop Set my navigation to the stash spot Turn to Mike Alstott and tote the pack with two hands
Writer(s): Joshua Carroll, Benjamin Benjamin Glover Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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