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2 spicy - jamal kuron lyrics

[verse 1: rmc mike]
quick to take a n*gga life that’s how i’m rocking
e sneaky ass just pulled a pint out his pocket
pop a opp top and then catch a flight out to compton
punch a n*gga in the face knock his eye out the socket

balling on another level this the major league
i’ll spend whatever on some drank but i don’t pay for weed
plr with the green tips i love the way it sing
a n*gga want my bars on his song he gotta pay the fee
[verse 2: jamal kuron]
you ain’t f*ckin with the zaza’s kawhi leonard
you the type to get excited cuz you met a b*tch on tinder
i then f*cked so many hoes it’s kinda hard to remember
he ain’t f*ckin with the blade so he put it in the blender

n*gga mad that his b*tch make more money than him
got my b*lls on her head like she under a rim
the only time you seen some weight is when you worked at the gym
i then took a lot of l’s tryna get to ah m

[verse 3: rio da yung og]
jamal hit me up like [?] we gotta do another track
you need yo dope mixed call me before the sun call my cousin track
who got a real za plug i need a 100 pack
i ain’t going back and forth with you, you ain’t seen 100 racks

yeah i’m talkin bout a thousand blues
or two thousand 50’s n*gga it don’t matter it’s really up to you
let me call my n*gga mike kidd he got a buddy with juice
touch me and get shot like 27 times bullets jumping you

[verse 4: rmc mike]
we the real a*team n*gga check the roster
auntie hit my line with a pint for eleven dollars
pop a perc i beat her back in she got a better posture
what the f*ck my 8 ain’t come in this week let me check my doctor
he told me pull up to the office he can spare 10
got a b*tch suckin d*ck on camera had to tell her friends
talking too spicy for the game they had to let us in
i can out*rap you all night this sh*t’ll never end

[verse 5: jamal kuron]
i am not david ruffin p*ssy n*gga don’t tempt me
had a heart full of love now that b*tch running empty
ruths chris every night i don’t eat no*mo wendy’s
wasn’t n0body around when i had four pennies

get a n*gga folded different ways like a fortune teller
started slacking at my job cause the streets pay better
i was tryna f*ck with this b*tch i think her name anetta
but she giving me the runaround floyd mayweather

[verse 6: rio da yung og]
ok, i’m finna pop a perc 30 and beat her down
in the crib with 10 hoes by myself throw my meat around
im somewhere running up a bag, you don’t see me around
really somewhere like a housemaid how i clean the house

5*6 n*ggas at one time it can be crazy
today i lucked up and found a pint of wock for 680
f*cked a hoe and nutted quick and made the b*tch pay me
the rolls truck looks pretty factory and it’s real sp*cious
[outro: rio da yung og]
yea ghettoboyz sh*t n*gga, what up jamal, what up mike, y’all know what the f*ck going on, free the whole ghetto

- jamal kuron lyrics

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