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certified street platinum - allstar lee lyrics

[verse 1: allstar lee]
me and tee in the [?] with the red trim
b*tch, we used to traffic outa red m
he want smoke, [?] break his head in
if the rap don’t pop, b*tch, we going [?]

[verse 2: tee grizley]
n*ggas talking crazy, that sh*t crazy, ’cause we [?]
[?] we gon’ escolate it, [?] sh*t
[?] bl**dy, he might pull up in a red benz
80,000 on me, i can try, but i can’t spread this

[verse 3: allstar lee]
stomp a n*gga in dior, that’s a thousand dollar [?]
quarter million dollar [?] that’s my brother sh*t
the glock two faced, f*ck around and hit a switch
took the dawgy out the stove with an oven mit

[verse 4: tee grizley]
hold up, free my brother, b*tch
brodie locked up, n*ggas still can’t f*ck my brother b*tch
you’ll never hear about how my lil brother snitched
like how i heard your rother snitched
you and your brother b*tch
facts, eh
when i seen her twerk, i saw the freak in her
had to climb [?] latter, get [?] got so deep in her
layed up in the crib [?] bag moving, i ain’t even see [?]
[verse 5: allstar lee]
bag gone so fast, i ain’t even see it [?]
i don’t f*ck with nerds, b*tch, i run with all dope runners
come and [?] you know we got them [?] numbers
b*tches see these vv’s dance, and gon’ wanna blow on us
bussing through this b*tch [?] tried to lock the door on us
hundred thousand dollar chain, [?] at the liquor store
hought your b*tch was fast [?] hit her off a [?]
[?] coast to coast, [?] buffalo
dr. dre and snoop dogg, leave your hood up in smoke

[verse 6: tee grizley]
eh
dimes on the floor [?] b*tches [?]
[?] ’cause they k!ll faster
[?] they mans just get smoked?
n*gga still acting
b*tch, we street platnom, and got songs that went real platnom
i’m in the studio rapping to get a better life
still be at the murder [?] with the extra ice
three story crib, don’t come over if you scared of hights
b*tch, i might not tell you once, you know i ain’t gon’ tell you twice

[verse 7: allstar lee]
[?] freaky b*tches wanna share us, right?
shooters tapping me on [?] see them n*ggas staring, right?
you think he a tough guy? you know them n*ggas scary, right?
rappids in the passinger, you know it’s a macclarin, right?
these n*ggas [?] swaring they ball
[?] ain’t even worth the [?] out of my [?]
50 [?] in my [?], can’t keep b*tches up off me
get you k!lled in the morning, while you sipping your coffee
n*gga
[verse 8: tee grizley & allstar lee]
you see these chains on our neck, they cost a lotta bands
[?] unless the chopper [?]
brand new rolie, i had to blow the brains out
run up on us, and we gon’ blow your brains out
b*tch

- allstar lee lyrics

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