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Forty Horses Songtext
von Salute da Kidd

Forty Horses Songtext

Yeah, huh
So who the best it is, man?
Straight up yeah

French quarter bench warmer, chop tops like the barber, buck starter
Longevity grande, none run harder long gun saga
Smoke out the parlor chain swing poke pendulum flow author
Fuck a Dane, slow till the pussy start coughing
My main goal is to lick off, often go against the robe might slip ball in the coffin
Third rail electric cute your thoughts for me

Bake beef George Foreman, Mustang almond inmates call them syracuse orangemen
Pouring emeralds on a poor man you gonna have to show up like the pallbearer
Putting dents in your tall can yeah, make a nigga disappear
Andre wear hymen verbal Heisman gondolier
Moving down Chick Creek without a fear
Doubt about him here nigga Molitor bottle near toss bodies off the pier
If he interfere red or blue pill keep the water near


11 horses shine bright like seven Porsches
Mad horses calves guarding the fortress
Trap out steady endorsements more shit
50 calves now kick back of 40 horses

Change lanes concrete to me look familiar
It′s in my veins rooted by the D like a stiller
Or should I say, "Raving hell the kid racing"
Loud in the clouds from good cush I'm blazing
Every fucking track fits mantling with my service
Non accidental I′m doing this shit on purpose
Hurt this the surgeon penetrating through virgins
Fuck your concerns hustle hard like worm
Keep it straight as a perm as I dust off you germs

Niggas go around I'm greater now or later
Sharp as the shoes big block alligators, gators
It's invaders illmatic behaviors before you view my ways
Take a look at my wager my ways for the butter like
Dark faded behavior hell Matic ill raising the kid blazing

11 horses shine bright like seven Porsches
Mad horses calves guarding the fortress
Trap out steady endorsements more shit
50 calves now kick back of 40 horses, huh


Take a hike this ain′t meant for you
The highest he′ll do is probably ten for you
Shoot Phillies in your vein make your skin for you
You niggas trying over milk that spins for you
Like how you make it, what's your secret?
There′s no secret sow and you'll reap it
Long as it′s decent they gon peep it
Was a student at the school for the blind now I see shit
Tweaked it freaked it straight out the precinct

Look, not guilty couldn't imagine I′m leaving
Mega tip the bullet he cleared no restrictions thank God
For lack of evidence the Bronze will be in prison
For bank lobby, K and I caught past cases it made us all wiser
Illa you a tiger, no Zoo can hold you
Wise men trying posh the best of the past I'm inspired

11 horses shine bright like seven Porsches
Mad horses calves guarding the fortress
Trap out steady endorsements more shit
50 calves now kick back of 40 horses

Word, whatever word snaps prepare
You remember this I'm gonna find out how you been doing
Apology the guy said, "Your clip was full of blanks"
I didn′t know they meant your gun
I don′t carry blank
Clumsy of me scared me
It scared me

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