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lirik lagu maze overlay & wahr season - spionaggio

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[verse 1:]
answer me this what’s a knock to a opportunist hot pursuit?
got us on the top with these fly maneuvers
maserati maze in the diamond jeweler
all praise is due to the truest , hallelujah
spicy not as washing toppings sown with tempranillo
fentanyl thoughts stay heavier than seven kilos
a lot of cheese like gucci print on my stupid sh~t
who he lit war season curating movie scripts
thieves theme street dreaming teens. we was really in it
cinematic now i shoulda got the grammy for it was written watching cribs like 12 looking i smell them cooking
door to door likе girl scouts we was selling cookies
taking all thеir tenements built this sh~t brick by brick
top shelf elbows disappear and l!ck by l!ck
charge it to the game lotta karma on my brain
handful of lames i had to martyr for that chain
tools of the trade, like harbor freight cracking safes
all this imitating my life but they ain’t catching fades
high grade espionage ghetto james bond
detectives on the d~ck like jane fonda in vietnam
feeding off the weed heads nightmares of seeing feds
running from these devils omega bezels for deep ends
in a drought in and out never been identified
ufo who you know?, silent enterprise

[cuts interlude by: dj swab]
“don’t move!, we got the bank money not yours
think of your kids and calmly lay on the floor
don’t move
cut the alarm, the pipe bomb
lace the tear gas, put on your mask
certified criminal, gun smugglin’ villain”
[verse 2:]
tell me this what’s the enemy to the well trained?
aiming at the top all the owners got a pale face
we not the same came from the bottom so i dealt way
word on andré and 50 i could sell game
every small success like a lexus when you self~made
making rounds ’bout to explode like when the sh~ll break
hollows for these ninja turtles come see how this h~ll taste
pepperonis for these jabronies they only feel sp~ce
brain cells fighting for real estate like a cellmate
mind state 8 by 12 court at a stalemate
running in place and their meals look like jail trays
just clean the couple stars off of my plate and it felt great
el jefe, sipping (??), when i’m in l.a
son i made the flow so hot it can melt flames
slap boxing, staying in h~ll’s gates and i’m still safe
operation block reconnaissance when i still say
bloodhound for that blue paper i can smell change
blue noses off of the chains giving real pain
knock off tony montana’s got some ill fates
takin conversations to the grave never revealed names
lips sealed like cellophane when i seal faded
we ain’t talkin money or business then it will wait

[outro:]
“certified criminal, gun smugglin’ villain”
“i am the last guy in the world that you want to f~ck with
that’s right for christ’s sakes
i don’t know who you are”


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