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Styles Lick Shots

missing my block, D-Block nigga Lick shots for the hood Yeah nigga we good Lick shots for the poor We still gotta run from the law Lick shots for the

scandal And I?ma get buck in here! Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards You?re the type to make me grip that handle Lick shots in the air,

life out with malicious intent My skin color's got me trapped in a never ending ghetto I move to the hills, but I can never let go The gun shots and

Say what? Check it out Pop corks with the best of them, style on the rest of them All because I threw my breast to them Now they zest and caressin' them

Transmission third world war third round Decade of the weapon of sound above ground No shelter if you're looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal

, she made me sick some time I just had to fuck this bitch one time I met her in the galleria shopping, buying Gifts for some guy that she dating, Still Shot

s funky...funky for you now I style for the ohhh - wild for the ohhh Baby girl let's go half on a child for the ohhh Lick shot's pop lock and blaow

-j-jeah jeah jeah jeah jeah) Now all my gangstas and my hustlers stacking bucks get up My trainees in West Indies in the cut get up Lick off a shot if

I got bust shots out the twelve Benz And then we get the bam-ba-zee from one-ten Or is it further up? Plus my style murder ducks So what the fuck, you