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Doulbe Verse- Come up

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This the new Sean Carter here to drop bombs on ya partna,
Put an interlude in this sage, what could yall niggas even do to this author?
Fuck Ice Cream, Im takin yall to funeral parlors
Hand me my arms, hit up ya mans moms in the tanning salons
My plan to be large, hands flooded with vanity charms
Thugged out, drugged out, cannot be harmed
Christian niggas lookin at me like “Can it be God”
Drop a couple grand at the bars, a couple grams of them bars
Half naked bitches hand me cigars, only question is can we menauge?
Nah, we need more bottles, cooped up in a hotel room with 4 models
Load hollows, niggas bout to “Catch-22” like “War Novels”
More money, more problems follow, But I make em stop in they places
Knockin they braces off like a facelift, The only stone you’ll ever cop
Is the rock at your grave bitch, No stop, get popped with the K bitch
Since a kid hit up a drug spot and became rich, Now Im thugged out
Flooded rocks on my dames wrist, my games sick!

Ever since I pitched rock, kept my wrist rocked
Flooded the curbs with more birds then Hitchcock
Kid’s get rocked, stutter the words, a snitch talk, blood on the curbs
In my years I’ve sold a couple of herbs, til I doubled my work
I was in trouble at first, if I had lead I would pump you at first
Now we rockin wardrobes of capone, no vest on the torso is shown
But Kid, you’ll still have to go for the dome, we’ll smoke out your zone
Forget the haters, we grip the stainless, dippin through in tinted ranges
If we miss you at first, at least we’ll hit your neighbors
Then sip some cris and hit the strip with papers, unfit for a grip convicted gangstas
We pump lead on your squad, you a knucklehead on the yard
After we get fed, I’mma start crushin your head on the bars
Now that I got my bread I’m a boss, Bitches givin head in the car
Live today, you could be dead tomorrow, But nah
We aint headed upstate, we next up for checks such as Trump payps
Mansion with the front gate, leave Graceland in a slumped state
It’s nothing but a motherfuckin love thang, or some thang uhhh
I'll kill u dawg, lyrically or with tha ber-etta. its wut-eva//
cuz u kno i squeeze arms like I'm checkin my blood pressure//


Son I write with the trifeness
Engraved in Tyson
Curse the shots that left BIG and Pac lifeless
-Cormega-Verbal Graffiti
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Re: Doulbe Verse- Come up

Post by ReCkinAll »

wow that was long....

i almost fell asleep lol nice drop tho
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