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the supervisor - pro dillinger & wino willy lyrics

[intro]
uh (big one nine sh*t, n*gga)
yeah
big umbrella sh*t, uh

[verse 1]
mad coronas ’cause a n*gga thirsty
young n*gga makin’ pumps like goose, moss and hersey
i remember when the homies had the crib on first street
payed the cost, now it’s time that n*ggas reimburse me
paid in full, call me money mitch
everythin’ i spit worth twenty bricks (twenty bricks)
’cause ain’t no better feelin’ when that money hit (ain’t none)
don’t come around me movin’ on no funny sh*t (nah)
’cause talkin’ out yo’ face gon’ get you bl**dy lips
move around, my youngans on the floor and they gon’ do ’em foul (do ’em foul)
it’s easy as a lay*up, there’s a shooter ’round (bloaw!)
you bring yo’ shooter ’round and we gon’ shoot ’em down
i do it now and come back later like i’m new in town (what’s up?)
me and you, it ain’t no people comin’
violations come with consequences and some repercussions (repercussions)
feel like you in a tribe, the way my people drummin’ (brrt)
it sound birds flyin’ when the eagle dumpin’ (uh, pro)

[chorus]
went from bein’ broke to bein’ good money (good money)
b*tch, i’m from the town, and all my hood bl**dy (hood bl**dy)
youngans ready to crash, a bunch of lil’ dummies (lil’ dummies)
my only concern is paper, n*gga, real money (uh)
went from bein’ broke to bein’ good money (good money)
b*tch, i’m from the town, and all my hood bl**dy (hood bl**dy)
youngans ready to crash, a bunch of lil’ dummies (yo, it’s nice, lil’ dummies)
my only concern is paper, n*gga, real money (uh, uh)
[verse 2]
guns for the fashion (guns)
og’s dead and the young n*ggas crashin’ (yeah)
timbaland’s splatterd with the blood from the action
lil’ bro scammin’ in the blood, ’bouta cash in
dirty gun*buyin’, see the blood on the mac*10
front a n*gga work and put my points on the back end (uh)
back out, ’bouta act out and shoot his back in
we ain’t have sh*t, a bunch of poor little black kids with full metal jackets (metal jackets)
any n*gga wantin’ smoke, then i’ma light the matches (light the matches)
if you n*ggas still sleepin’ i’ma light the matress (uh)
animals in the jungle, see the tigers laughin’
i been blackin’, round of applause when my 9 is clappin’
tossed a couple weapons, stay infront of ratchets (‘front the ratchets)
carry heavy metal, i been spinal*tappin’ (bloaw!)
i had to cut the cancer, n*ggas like, “what happend?”
when n*ggas can’t try to book they wanna fight the captian (uh, pro)

- pro dillinger wino willy lyrics

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