Lyrics The River - SPM

The River

Is that what floats in the river, the competition
I told you los was a killa, you wouldn’t listen X2
The 600 on 20 inch starfish hallow tip did da rip through your cartilage any
ganja any fucking high you know leave them stiff like genes at the dry cleaners
and the wife be the light blue dickie pants catch you slippin scope on him as
he picks his ass born killa heal wood go getta wave bye as he float down a cold
river jack rippa like a jacka worpian I write in pencil this is how a story end
rhyme wicked forensic scientific you can’t see me dog unless you buy a ticket
blunt hittin let the heat up lift em the specifics must be left un written he
got a chest full of Nenobroads off spring I’m not a ridge bitch I told you not
to cross me
Is that what floats in the river,?
The competition
I told you los was a killa, you wouldn’t listen X2
The 811 runt of the liter look I got legs I am not the presenter momma only got
7 tits that works so I fight everyday just to get me a squirt last name
maximums first name blutamuss jackass have me like why did he shoot at us fuck
with me it’s pain and drama son I will hunt you like your names Osama call me
bird watcher you got white breaks I’m Robbin like I’m batmans sidekick everyone
telling me stop drop roll but I stay on fire like rasta smoke competition bore
me who you suppose to be?
Number one nigga please you ain’t close to me get
dealt with sleep with the jelly fish have you on some more someone please help
me shit
Is that what floats in the river, the competition
I told you los was a killa, you wouldn’t listen X2
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