Correction Paroles Zone 6 par VL Deck

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13 bags for the set team
I caught fifty-five months I was sixteen
Mama was scamming but my daddy was the split king
Jumped off the porch like Michael Jordan, I want six rings
I know every cut in Zone 6
Front street maxing out while they breaking down bricks
Probably on the backstreet with Leezy kicking sh*t
And I can’t give you extra, I won’t eyeball a nit

Woke up, put on Mike Amiri
Alexander McQueen dripping
Threesome, two hoes on my pimping
Glock on me, no I ain’t slipping
Drop top hotbox
We gon’ slide through with the whole top shot
Kick in your door, you know I don’t knock
Come outside and put that boy on the block
Crank it up and park that tow on the block
Just know I got that blow in my sock
Shots fired so we making it hot
Real henchmen ain’t no making ‘em stop
Ha hey
Light up the driveway
He might need a Yahweh
Told my mom don’t lose faith
Walk on water like a boat, yeah
Wet my hater through the scope
Catch me packing arms, snagging a pole
Cookin' crack, yeah I’m over the stove
Helping n***as I don’t know like Hov
Head first, for that bag I dove
Where I’m getting all these bands? I grow
You can’t really hide the hate it shows
Ain’t gotta tell me he was fake, I know

13 bag for the set team
I caught fifty-five months, I was sixteen
Mama was scamming but my daddy was the split king
Jumped off the porch like Michael Jordan, I want six rings
I know every cut in Zone 6
Front street maxing out while they breaking down bricks
Probably on the backstreet with Leezy kicking sh*t
And I can’t give you extra, I won’t eyeball a nit

I’m VL Deck, I rep that Eighth street
Taurus boy hated me
I was buyin' fifty slab, tryna find my way with Dee
Old heads selling thirty-one, they had more weight than me
f**k that so I graduated time to start robberies
I’m backseat riding with a Tec for my next need
Caught us in the hotbox, we gotta strike instantly
The old robbers taught me
Free that n***a Wee Wee
RIP Tee Gotti
b*t*h you know I’m stick clutching ever since they shot me
b*t*h I won’t get back, you know how I’m rocking
.223 chop him
Ola Runt dive in
Eight hundred conniving
I send a text you dying, woah

13 bags for the set team
I caught fifty-five months I was sixteen
Mama was scamming but my daddy was the split king
Jumped off the porch like Michael Jordan I want six rings
I know every cut in Zone 6
Front street maxing out while they breaking down bricks
Probably on the backstreet with Leezy kicking sh*t
And I can’t give you extra, I won’t eyeball a nit

Front street, everybody smoking on sosa
Bags in, we gon’ sell it like Kroger
Vacuum seal but it’s still smelling old
One smoke you too far, man you stoned
Ay on the xan, he need luck like a clover
They on my d**k man, these b*t*hes so rover
Valentino but a n***a want love
When the bullets hit ‘em they gon’ burn like Usher
Pick ‘em off they don’t get to pick sides
Get the SK man he seem like he slime
Eight dollar but she want her a dime
Transaction I didn't got it on time
White boy gang free the bro from the pound
They took a Rollie then they gave ‘em some time
Chop the shango but I’m still with the iron
My woja poppin' n***a he got a nine
Heist hitter, I get rich off the crimes
Wockhardt watch me drink down the line
Close the door ain’t no standing in line
I kick the door, Ola come in behind

13 for the set team
I caught fifty-five months I was sixteen
Mama was scamming but my daddy was the split king
Jumped off the porch like Michael Jordan I want six rings

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