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Lyricist: Triple One
Lyrics:
Her brain is dead, Hate is fed Pretty snake bite Betty gotta pay the rent I've got mine, Shape and shine I've got reason to believe you'll make a mastermind
With innocence as my witness, straight watching me while I listen The voices up on my shoulder grow colder with each opinion My Willy up in my hand as I stareet the ceiling fan I was younger, rolling thunder, feeling pressure, feeling power Cold stone killer with realer ambitions up on a note Never quote me on my word cause my actions remain close Stone cold up town, we can make you float Elevate the place, we can see you pose See talons on my tongue they might grab you and rip yah eye out See Obi in my shadow might grab you and pop your light out Straight up no doubt levitate my town Got space to breath buh precipitate the lead Lay in the gutter, swing from the trees See your pretty Betty, drop to her knees Crack like a bottle, you can forget these We stole your whole game, and threw away the keys
Snake bite betty got a black eye No teeth and a crack pipe Snake bite betty got a bad dye Take life in a cat fight Cold wind blowing on my right hand Flow freeze from that dull light Close road kiln from the Flight plan Loose k just to lean right Crack rock city run deep in that pawn shop Cash off pity from the smug that he bought from Black top, sitting rocking tinnies on a sawn off Non stop ripping at my throat till I'm long gone Fuck your vision i'm burning your whole existence Poppin off like shivers you office to burn the fishes This is all a gimmick you cunts keep calling my digits Phone dead at home right next to them dirty dishes Bed side, road rage, city limit, cocaine Tongue tied, blow pain, pretty betty, no vain Retry, fucked up, pitch black, stake out Life pass by like bad dreams and break downs
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