Correction Paroles Started That par Envy Caine

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Nas Blixky & Envy Caine - Hook:
Spice'n & twirlin' so drippy, the Blicky the Blicky, my n***a we started that, Perkies and Xanies, Codeine and Promethazine, rollin' up people; the starter pack, treesh wanna' f**k any n***a wit' money and jewelry, get taken when we around, Blicks in a duffel, this strap with no tucker, start flockin', them bullets gon' beat 'em down. (2X)

Nas Blixky - Verse 1:

Whippin', all my n***as wit' it, hollows don't miss 'em, my n***as clutchin' that Smith 'N, trappin' that work in the kitchen, momma' don't get it, momma' I had to go get it. Ayo Act, we gon' pour up this Qualitest, all for Richie, we dump, leave a empty clip, need a 6, then its lit, call it turkey bin, and this life that I live, gotta' watch your friends. These n***as hate that we winnin', gotta' watch out for sins I committed. I should be duckin' the police, do it dolo, I don't need no Codeine, n***as be saying they hold me, touchin' money they movin' like Rico, bend his block and we shoot at his peephole, boy we different, boy, we are not equal. Blicky Gang in the spot, we gon' f**k it up, Free SPMGP in the double cup, glizzy is set-up for all of my opposites, when they see me, they coppin' it, don't think you a shooter if you hittin' the innocent. I could feel it when I take these painkillers, never switch and I still be the same n***a, different phones, yeah, I'm sick like virus, keep on shootin' till you hear them sirens, I'mma pit, he a puppy, we gon' swipe thru the spot, clear the site, got a uppy, catch a opp, he a duppy, she wanna' kick it like boy, I'm the ruppy, free Breezy, he not for the babblin', back-to-back, we gon' score on the opposites

Envy Caine - Verse 2:
Coka started so much controversy, gotta' limp when I spazz out on Folk Sh*t, once you spot 'em, I gotta' pull up and my twirlers gon' drop and they waitin' to smoke sh*t, roll up some people, can't wait till I see you, these Smith & Wessons full of hot sh*t, if he droppin' the Gz or you hangin' wit' them n***as, we shootin', you soon get your block spent. All I know is traps with the finesse, get the breesh and theirs plenty more to get, got so much beef in these streets, some lil' kids trynna' speak, since they say I'm a walkin' spliff. Mixin' baking soda, still pot whippin', Sour D and the crack got the block clickin', if I catch 'em slippin', I'mma shut 'em down, treesh wanna' f**k cause she heard I got cheddar now

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