Spit Liquids — текст песни (M.M.O.)

[Intro: Itchy-Finga Sha]
Uh, what, uh, bring it M.M.O.

[Chorus: Itchy-Finga Sha]
Tears bring flares, you hold black fears
We your last thing, constently handstick
Ain`t no reign in us, cinnamon tux`, sippin` brew and cuts
M.M.O. click, we spit liquids, what, what
Hold you head in critical, toe to toe, I handle you
Cats catch through my vocal, fool, is strictly for my crew
Tears bring flares, you hold black fears
We your last thing, constently handstick
Ain`t no reign in us, cinnamon tux`, sippin` brew and cuts
M.M.O. click, we spit liquids, what, what

[Trigg`nomm]
Professional, perdictable, double a vest, calico
Oh what a mess, foul blows, run of a nose, drown the hoes
Look how I gotta go hallow hoe, shatter bones, blood cologne
Call Metrodome, Cyclone Zone, Astro-Land, business man
M.M.O., droppin` dough, hate to say how the haters play
Dogg like Snoop, so let me through, oh, one poochie, hoochie, sue me

[Naisha]
See ain`t no day, sell these records
psycho kane done freak this flow
Ya`ll niggas don`t know, gotta search them
or the plush condo now he ? the titty blow
Catch me sick to the bath-hole, never that though
Shorty in the back, ?? macro, ?? got smack-o, ? that good?

[Chorus]

[Itchy-Finga Sha]
Hold you head in critical, inter borough bell views
Stagger left an edge or two, gettin` them up to get that loot
Tellin` your cats is bulletproof, words is told by truth
Take your mind like smith I goose, born `em with the playas
Though we suffer cast, fire last, lace the smoke with strictly hash
Facial fifty strictly -- pimped out, never had
Got no time to show the past, loose your life in jungle blast
Money Makin` got cash, super see you like glass
Twelve laws of offer dough, now or later, M.M.O.
Time we time we show picasso, designer clothes, doin` shows

[Chorus]



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