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stay safe - mr. spazzer lyrics

prrrrrrrr
gang gang

[chorus]
middle man, you the type i’d k!ll to post on instagram
the switches clocking back the bullets go right through yo tinted van
gang pull up and circle round yo crib just like a ceiling fan
we gon make you dinner in the woods not on the kitchen pan

bulletproof, beamin’ in the night as k!llers on the news
the feds all on our d*ck we on the truck and we out on the move
ain’t no snitching with the opps we quiet we don’t give them clues
summer’s calling time for fire light it up you hear the boom
[verse 1]
night crawling, icе ballin’, court on fire, fight callin’
bike rollin’, mike jordan, pеrfect score, we not fallin’
vroom roarin’, point scorin’, to the south, we explorin’
beer pourin’, white snortin’, on the loose, the herd tourin’

heard you chatting sh*t behind my back man that sh*t f*cking wack
ugly motherf*cker keep a lightbulb he gets scared in black
bro stepped on our block and wasn’t careful so he left a track
bad for you we comin’ with the shotguns we on the attack

feels like you done switched up, d*ck*riding you b*tch f*ck
you went for convenience not for real bro you showed fake love
acting like you hard when you ain’t nothin you is mouth talk
walk with two behind yo back to keep you safe on night walks

don’t come back around when you alone missing your lil b*lls
tryna look for conversations imma be a missed call
learning wrong done hurt you bad now you afraid to stand tall
won’t be missed the slightest you is cheap just like a clearance mall

[pre*chorus]
quiet bro, go hide in the corner yo the night’s cold
tight slow, look right through the scope cause fbi called
ten toes, you committed to the bloodline in clothes
don’t fold, we gon make it out around our neck gold
[chorus]
middle man, you the type i’d k!ll to post on instagram
the switches clocking back the bullets go right through yo tinted van
gang pull up and circle round yo crib just like a ceiling fan
we gon make you dinner in the woods not on the kitchen pan

bulletproof, beaming in the night as k!llers on the news
the feds all on our d*ck we on the truck and we out on the move
ain’t no snitching with the opps we quiet we don’t give them clues
summer’s calling time for fire light it up you hear the boom

[verse 2]
listen gangster pull a weapon imma pull my smith and weston
grip the handle point it at your head and blow you like a candle
out the balcony, throw you out the crib you looking down the valley
why you duckin’? come on look back up haha you hurt so badly

off my line my brother don’t you hear me i don’t got much time
tagged you on my bullet then i fired d*mn i shot a dime
found your girl sad in the corner told her that it’ll all be fine
you can come chill at my crib but soon you know that you’ll be mine

jordan’s for the gang they vibing
love life like the series island
legend from the greeks a titan
oj 94’ a white van
write a script like nfl
yo reputation kinda fell
what did i mean i cannot tell
i open up i go to jail

- mr spazzer lyrics

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