Vellz Piffy - 12 Am In Harlem

Niggas be talking niggas be capping
They ain't in the field nigga whats craccn
Spin the block like turn table
Hit the switch thats an automatic
Catch a opp slipping in traffic
Mad max let em have it
Gun shooting like twenty one
The streets call me vellz savage

Run up a bag i aint gonna stop
Knock a nigga out like i'm rocky
Vvs diamonds shinning so bright
On my neck I'm feeling real cocky
Spice hot tamaly she riding my dick
She calling me papi
Twenty bands in a week
Account looking hefty
These niggas can't stop me
Counting them hundreds and fifty's
I'm geeking you know its time to get busy
She hitting my line
I'm out of town
I'm in ct for the weekend
Glock singing like mariah
Have them singing to the deacon
That's your bitch she love riding this dick
And the glizzy she eating
I'm married to the game
No cuffing season

Niggas be talking
Niggas be capping
They ain't in the field
Nigga what's craccn
spin the block like turn table
Hit the switch thats an automatic
Catch a opp slipping in traffic
Mad max nigga let em have it
Gun shooting like twenty one
The streets call me vellz savage

Written by:
Kahori Wright

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