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chris walken and the virginia squires - 99zed & saliva grey lyrics

[verse 1: saliva grey]
uh, d*ck sw*ngin’ like a horse do
feelin’ lucky with the four*five, my metal like a horseshoe
spray him down like a p*rn shoot
turn a p*ssy motherf*cker to a witness like a court do

[verse 2: 99zed]
still cookin’, ain’t no off*season
ain’t gon’ ever catch us out, cause we so locked up in the stu’
geekin’, me and sally passin’ round the reefer, squad’s droppin’ three
every time i shoot i got the green sharp needle

[verse 3: saliva grey]
in this wife*beater
i’m like dr. jay, you like dr. ain’t
ain’t no wife beater, but i hit a b*tch
yeah, i’m ignorant
took a look up at your shorty
ain’t a bigger b*tch

[verse 4: 99zed]
ain’t never relocate
stayin’ in virginia ’till i’m dying of old age
droppin’ these bombs from left field
like we slidin’ the home plate
step up to us wrong, and i’ll rip off your whole face
[verse 5: saliva grey]
face down, ass shakin’
all that b*tch got to go
studio like the trace and a whole lot of smoke
doin’ bars downtown, yeah, i’m finna pop four
i can still remember sh*t, so i should pop more

[verse 6: 99zed]
pop a little more and smoke this blunt to the face
ain’t no quitting in me b*tch, straight dog in my veins
general 99 shooting missiles out the tank
passing the blizzy to allah posted at the west bank

[verse 7: saliva grey]
run out of [?] so my b*tch just keep talkin’
ran out of [?] so my b*tch get to walkin’
don’t need no bell, i ain’t christopher walken
that b*tch start leakin’ and i get to c*ckin’

[verse 8: 99zed]
hotbox in the stu’, gettin’ baptized in smoke
only if the money right i’m finna pack mine and go
if it ain’t, kiss my [?], we ain’t talkin’ no more
no more buddy buddy type of time riding in the 4

[verse 9: saliva grey]
99 like robin
i’m like kim jong, i ain’t never took a sh*t
and i got big b*lls, bigger f*ckin’ pockets, like a missile
got my hood up, rollin’, ridin’ and servin’ big rocks
[verse 10: 99zed]
rather see you go outside
i’m sittin’ back blowin’ gas, countin’ up this cash
mr. krabs, how i’m only worried bout my bag
i’m in the clouds, me and sally geek off 25 xans
we look like bob and pat

[verse 11: saliva grey]
shawty got it cootin’ and i’m tryna bust up in it
yeah, that ass real good, that sh*t look like a planet
99 my [?] you know we [?]
this sh*t do f*ckin’ chicken head [?]

[verse 12: 99zed]
it ain’t my birthday, but i’m drownin’ in all of this cake
with the same crew, so it’s hundreds all over the place
smoke like 20 blunts before i’m even awake
sh*t [?] need a rest, like it’s ashes of the wake

[outro: ?]
[?]
yeah, put on that saliva [?]
yeah, that [?]
you feel me?
ay b*tch, that dumb dumb from the 4
from the 804, from richmond virginia

- 99zed saliva grey lyrics

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