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dirty sprite - 911 hsw lyrics

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[intro: crvshfuoco]
uh, uh, uh
“what is important to you”

[verse 1: crvshfuoco]
dirty my sprite when i pour up the lean
cup full of purp, i dont f*ck with the green
line number one, boy i die for my team
007 james bond with the beam (boom)
my [?] a gun, got a glock in my jeans
out in l.a. have me feal like [?] (balling)
i got a b*tch that you see in your dreams
he dont want smoke he was just blowing steam (p*ssy!)
i’m in that bimmer
i’m ducking and dodging the federally’s, and my son on my ass, in that tinted audi
you ain’t there from the jump so dont come around me
gucci wrapped ’round my head like im out in saudi, yeah im talking arabia
if you be broke we got nothin’ to say to ya
b*tch im a mutant like doctor xavier
why you keep praying to god, hе ain’t saving ya
boy you just new to the game likе a stadia
hop on the beat like its ice and im skating
i dont even know how much money im making, but play with my sh*t and get fried like some bacon
i shine like a lighter and glow like some neon
who hotter than me, cause im colder than freon
in this sh*t i’m a titan, you n*ggas some peon’s
hop in the booth theres some rappers to beat on
i see an opp and that n*gga get beat on
new york weather, i’m turning the heat on
crowd go dumb when the dj turn me on
jordan’s and nike you know what my feet on
[verse 2: 1pnico]
[?], rick owen my kicks (yessir)
y’all can’t floss like this (oh nah)
1pnico i step on sh*t
for the love of god just suck my d*ck, you dumbass hoe, you no good b*tch
ima say it how it was, ima say it how it is
crash going bandicoot
flying and stinging like bee’s we ahead of you
car from korea, you carry the manual
i just been counting up, stacking my revenue
got that lil’ b*tch eating d*ck like an edible
my verses flawless, just say im incredible
my money blue, that sh*t is federal

[verse 3: kklip]
she eat d*ck, that b*tch a cannibal
took her back to the crib, we f*cking like animals
he dont want beef, we feeding him danimals
one punch to the face, i’m removing his mandible
like foot in the mud, my weed h*lla sticky
bad lil hoe suck d*ck, so classy
stay whippin’ in the pot no winnie
your pockets is iffy, that sh*t is a pity

[verse 4: kut]
i copped a new mag for this big as grip
i be moving with swag and i talk like a pimp
finessing the plug, watch me run off with bricks
if we low on the dough then lets go hit a l!ck
applying the pressure, i’m letting you have it
come hit us up if its really ’bout static
you not about it if you snitching and capping
p*ssy ass boy didn’t want all this action
now all his mans, they be know when he acting, i’m thinking like “d*mn he just did it for the gram”
come hit me up you know its 20 for a gram
double my profit i sold all the xans
you wanted that feature, then go hit my cashapp
brand new birkin you know i just bagged that
making a play everyday, said he trap trap
we got the draco’s that’s pushing your sh*t back
sipping on wock, get that hi*tec
20 pints copped off this paycheck
gang on go no [?]
fly down the road i breakneck
fraudin’ ass boys, y’all fake flex
crash on the link, bro say less
he talking sh*t now he faceless
metal in his mouth no braces
you know my team we the greatest
ain’t no debating

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