Billy Woods Malt Liquor Freestyle (Interlude) 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. ground wouldn't be toasting the town
Holding most of them 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 [?]
We don't mix unless you talking ‘bout cigars
And [?] some metaphors and spinach
Or maybe your wife and my latest fetish

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