Malt Liquor (Freestyle)

Lyrics
[Verse:] Don't try to run up like one time Amateur night with all them punchlines On the scale, your shit is a dime Or that D.C. brown, Woods be toastin' the town Holding most of the pound, light up the city Pass it around, don't quote me nigga I ain't said shit, easy does it, money better have my bitch Bill flow too nice, somebody gon' snitch Pocket Glen Gary leaves, just ask Murray and Mitch Cold facts when I pitch, all black like his Sigs We don't mix unless you talking about cigars And Manischewitz, some metaphors and spinach Or maybe your wife and my latest fetish
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Credits
- Writers
- billy woods
- Bond (of Backwoodz Studioz and Green Streets Entertainment)
- The Prof. (Prod)