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phases - $acred g lyrics

wit my mistress mixin for the bisucuits
came up on whiskin witness in the kitchen
the earth reverse my words up in the wind an
im bout to drop some sh-t you really never even heard yet
words bet im gettin higher then the birds nest
spit them geometric bars up in ya area
and if you disrespectin ares you know im scarin ya
an you should read book you sounding so illiterate
considerate when i spit the sh-t but catch the drift
an please dont ride my wave
its not the type that you should rift
flip some sh-t take a hit proceed to gettin lit
i know ya b-tch and yes im really wishin that i didn’t
only pimpin i hotboxed the benz kid
and she could slip in she already strippin
no slippin hold the t-tle like pippen
wit you she dippin wit me she tryina chip in

bad b-tches up in my face
wishin they could get a taste
mission reachin for the sp-ce
im feastin no leavin ya trace

cane cutie
she gotta whole grain booty (what the)
she throw her back like a hyperextention
i flip them tracks they just might hire prevention
an f-ck them wack phony sucka prententious
in the trenches im loadin up the semi tenseless
they sittin bench but still im callin up the henchmen
clear lenses my aura and my vision endless
did i mention my flora an my piff is pleasant

wit my foriegn side b-tch ride in a foreign whip
i adore this sh-t ya b-tch bein a wh-r- an sh-t
ingnore my sh-t still it spreads beyond conception
no exceptions im k!llin all that otha sh-t
the motha ship makin drops up on anotha level
funds fa bezzels but still its never imbezzlement
exquisite bars really it should leave you celebrant
ya b-tch celibate wit she down to sell a bit
one h-ll of a life an im down to tell a bit
the revolution too futuristic be televised
word revised blaze the herb until it blur my eyes
they words just lies i emerge bewteen the surgin tides
endure the times but dont let it get the best of ya
the quest for love never let it try test wit ya
im blessin up always gotta double up em
gotta double cup the bad b-tch a troubled dutch

cane cutie
she gotta whole grain booty
she throw her back like a hyperextention
i flip them tracks they just might hire prevention
an f-ck them wack phony sucka prententious
in the trenches im loadin up the semi tenseless
they sittin bench but still im callin up the henchmen
clear lenses my aura and my vision endless
did i mention my flora an my piff is pleasant

- acred g lyrics

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