paroles de chanson Spice Ln. - Maxo Kream
Zaytoven
Fat
black,
gap
tooth,
janky
than
a
bitch
(Huh)
Always
known
for
hittin'
licks
(Robbin'
takin'
niggas'
shit)
On
that
kick
door
shit
Talkin'
cash
money
shit
A
hunnid
Ps,
ten
keys
(Maxo,
Maxo)
Talkin'
cash
money
bricks
(Maxo,
ok)
I
ain't
gotta
use
my
pipe
'cause
I
could
slap
you
like
a
bitch
(Bitch)
Old
peon
ass
nigga
from
the
shoulders
you
ain't
stiff
(Bitch)
Remember
posted
on
the
Spice
I
had
a
Carbon
and
four
fifths
(Uh
huh)
When
Reload,
J-Bo,
and
Door
Hinges
took
the
plug
down
for
a
lick
(Ok)
They
kicked
the
door
and
upped
the
pints,
The
pounds
and
codeine
yeah
they
grabbed
it
But
they
stupid
ass
forgot
he
had
money
in
the
attic
(Stupid)
He
sent
them
back
a
text
message,
cryin'
that
"I'm
laughin'"
(Haha)
But
they
still
took
his
50
pounds
so
they
Bagged
it
down
and
grammed
it
(What
you
do?)
Baggin'
down
and
gram
it
(Uh
huh)
Put
it
in
a
sandwich
(Goddamn)
Bag
with
the
paper
tag,
sellin'
swag
bags
(Swag)
TECs
with
suppressor
max,
ain't
leave
Baghdad
Where
we
act
like
your
friend
then
take
your
gas
bag
Niggas
know
I'm
janky,
wipe
your
nose
Mr.
Hanky
Trappin'
outta
Stone
Ridge,
sellin'
hoes
and
zones
of
mid
Where
I
went
I
found
my
plug
Matt
and
took
Jimmy's
shit
Me
and
Ike,
took
ya
back,
to
the
trap
and
fat
(Fat,
okay)
Now
we
sellin'
whole
pounds,
we
ain't
bussin'
down
(Uh
uh)
Ojo
got
the
strap,
you
make
a
move,
he
bust
you
down
(He
bust
you)
In
the
trap
I'm
sleepin'
on
the
floor,
my
pallet
on
the
ground
I'm
like
"damn
I
gotta
change
that",
I
started
sellin'
K
packs
Got
'em
for
the
five
hunnid,
sold
'em
for
the
two
Two
a
day,
fifteen
a
week,
them
bitches
used
to
boom
(Goddamn)
My
walkin'
days
was
over,
I
copped
that
matte
black
Rover
(Hey)
And
then
my
bitch
got
pregnant,
Goddamn
I
shoulda
kept
it
just
a
(I'm
just
a)
Fat
black,
gap
tooth,
janky
than
a
bitch
(Huh)
Always
known
for
hittin'
licks
(Robbin'
takin'
niggas'
shit)
On
that
kick
door
shit
Talkin'
cash
money
shit
A
hunnid
Ps,
ten
keys
(Maxo,
Maxo)
Talkin'
cash
money
bricks
(Maxo,
ok)
Way
back
in
'05,
I
knew
mama
was
fed
up
(What?)
She
put
me
out
the
house,
I
had
to
stay
with
the
damn
plug
(Okay)
Hit
the
kitchen,
rock
whippin',
stole
a
gun
from
my
brother
(Hey,
hey)
Hit
the
trenches,
Glock
grippin',
I
had
corns
on
my
knuckles
(Hey,
hey)
Niggas
know
Maxo
not
for
play
play
(Hell
nah)
Dissin'
Ed
and
D,
aim
broad
day
with
the
AK
Beefin'
with
YM100
man
they
should've
seen
it
comin'
We
caught
'em
off
Kirkwood,
Lil'
Jordan
started
gunnin'
(Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Hit
'em
up
ba-da-bing,
we
shot
up
everything
Niggas
screamin'
"Fuck
Kream"
they
know
Exactly
where
we
be
(Exactly
where
we
be)
Spice
Lane,
Stone
Ridge,
by
the
Mickey
D's
On
the
same
block
where
we
lost
Baby
John
and
Cheese
(Hey)
Bobby
sellin'
crack,
Fredro
totin'
straps
(Crack,
straps)
Body
bag,
toe
tags,
catch
'em
down
bad
(Catch
'em
down
bad)
Reload,
robbed
a
nigga,
no
mask,
at
the
racetrack
(Hey,
hey)
I
hit
'em
with
the
okey-dok
and
sold
his
dope
back
(Hey,
hey)
I'm
just
a
Fat
black,
gap
tooth,
janky
than
a
bitch
(Huh)
Always
known
for
hittin'
licks
(Robbin'
takin'
niggas'
shit)
On
that
kick
door
shit
Talkin'
cash
money
shit
A
hunnid
Ps,
ten
keys
Talkin'
cash
money
bricks
Fat
black,
gap
tooth,
janky
than
a
bitch
(Huh)
Always
known
for
hittin'
licks
Robbin'
takin'
niggas'
shit
On
that
kick
door
shit
Talkin'
cash
money
shit
A
hunnid
Ps,
ten
keys
Talkin'
cash
money
bricks
What
you
doing
around
Spice
Lane
man?
They'll
put
you
in
a
goddamn
casket
And
you
know
what?
I'm
never
even
gonna
come
to
your
fuckin'
funeral,
motherfucker
1 Meet Again
2 Bissonnet
3 Change
4 The Relays
5 8 Figures
6 She Live
7 Dizzy Draco
8 3AM
9 Spice Ln.
10 Murda Blocc
11 Pray 2 The Dope
12 Brenda
13 Brothers
14 Dairy Ashford Bastard
15 Still
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