State Property - Temporary Relief lyrics

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State Property - Temporary Relief lyrics

Yeah SP, Peedi muthaf**in' Crack Cpr Holla Every time I'm in the buildin', they feelin' me all crazy Just made a million and spent it with yo lady Re-coupin', chilled and V couped it White Nikes duke swoosh sh** that's how I do sh** Listen to my new sh** It's way better than that dirt that y'all producing n***a The hood rich bent on good sh** for a minute Now I finished I need that GT Bent, I can see me all in it Couple TV's breezin' light tinted SP represent a Local husky on the fender n***a Ya I'm back like I live in this b**h I bought a gat, a couple ounces of lick It's P. Crack, ain't nuttin' changed I'll burn a pound in this b**h And for my change, I'll bust a round in this b**h SP prince of prop, put my crown on my sh** my hand in a brick I'm runnin' wit the ROC and my handle is sick, b*atch n***a, n***a, okay, okay 'Cause every time on my grind it's like gangstas f**in' wit us Okay, okay and they run up and bust 'cause every time on my grind It's like gangstas f**in' wit us n***a, n***a Crakk in the kitchen, position with hot agua Caliente yay bubble like hot lava Coke problem ho and my revolver knows About the size of okay coral oh Factious ba*tard mashed with the mattic Half black half Hispanic you a f*got Blast gat, trash that, metal with the side and back at it Jackrabbit style no condo, no one behind him Gangstas done signed him Shined him, refined him, thanks for the fine wine, n***a Peedi Crakk holla back no problem Them thousand stacks, have it back in an hour Hit the block with powder, like shower to shower Stop all that nonsense boy I got you sniffin' on that Johnson and Johnson crack Holla n***a, okay, okay 'Cause every time on my grind it's like gangstas f**in' wit us Okay, okay and they run up and bust 'cause every time on my grind It's like gangstas f**in' wit us n***a, n***a They say it's a white man's world I'm steady shootin' at my own kind rather f** the next man's girl Instead of going home to mine with a polluted mind I guess I'm going nuts [Incomprehensible] get down Picked up on the game and left behind follow the sign I kept my head to the sky even when I was down Like everything was fine kept a smile Like the first day I was introduced to dinin' And got to sipping and thinking all sorts of sh** Start going through my mind like State Prop, get it on Until the end of time the strippers and the numbers Then I started thinking bout all them little bustas That done crossed the motherf**a got to peeking at my burner Snatch my keys off the dresser ran through the door And I hopped up in the squad started creeping through The heat of the night on these jokers don't I paint the perfect picture That's how the boy get down for the figures Holla back n***a, okay, okay 'Cause every time on my grind it's like gangstas f**in' wit us Okay, okay and they run up and bust 'cause every time on my grind It's like gangstas f**in' wit us n***a, n***a Okay, okay Wit us, wit us Okay, okay Okay Wit us, wit us n***a, n***a

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