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Packing all my things for the summer
Lying on my bed it’s a bummer
‘Cause I didn’t call when I got your number
But I liked you a lot
Slippin’ on my dress in soft filters
Everybody said you’re a killer, but I
Couldn’t stop the way I was feeling the day
Your record dropped
The day I saw your white Mustang
Your white mustang
The day I saw your white Mustang
Your white mustang
Caught up in my dreams and forgetting
I’ve been acting like armageddon ’cause you
Held me in your arms just a little too tight
That’s what I thought
Summer’s meant for loving and leaving
I was such a fool for believing that you
Could change all the ways you’ve been living
But you just couldn’t stop
The day I saw your white Mustang
Your white mustang
The day I saw your white Mustang
Your white mustang
You’re revving and revving and revving it up
And the sound, it was frightening
And you were getting a part of that
You’re gonna hit me like lightening
White mustang
Your white mustang
The day I saw your white Mustang
Said you’re a wild Mustang
You’re gonna hit me like lightening
You’re gonna hit me like lightening

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Lyrics Shotta Spence – WOrd of mouth

Shotta Spence
Von Vuai
Take no talk from no boy
I’ll never live on my knees, I’m dying on my feet
I’ll never flee never flee.(word of mouth)

Everywhere I step I’m stepping with precision
Move in silence, all you hearing is the crickets
Spirit of Malcolm X, by any means I’m getting
Stirring the pot up ’til my wrist bone get to clicking
Stomach is growling, it sound like a hoopty engine
I’m praying to God but my actions ain’t so Christian
Gimme the throat, I don’t need no lip service from bitches
I told the b***h stop using your teeth, that’s cannibalistic
Work it work it ooh, pulling up on you versuri-lyrics.info
Where you at, give me your longitude and latitude
This a fucking coupe, ain’t no room for you
Tell your friends you gotta Uber back to the zoo
I’m a warrior, got some shooters on my team
I’m a player for life, bitches hanging off my jeans
Know I did some people wrong but that’s how it had to be
Lord lord lord, save some room for me.

Watch out
Gucci Timberlands, I slip my feet in them
2008 Bape and APC denim
Feel my palms itching like they got fleas in them
When I get them Rollies believe I’m freezin’ them
Ball out little homie, ball it out
Call out fake hustlers, call ’em out
Put your guard up, ain’t no time to talk it out
How do I know where you live, hmm, word of mouth
I might OD, might OD off this mighty weed
You take a pull you gon’ go, that’s some gasoline
You can count on me to count the green while they counting sheep
You want surf and turf, I’m too cheap, you get Mickey D’s
You know that your boys witcha, if they gon’ bleed witcha
If they get money witcha, if they don’t chief swishers
And they not team switching, whenever the plot thickens
And they would rather take a sentence ‘fore they start snitching
Wanna know who done got my homie shot
That s**t tied my gut in knots
Pull up on that pus*yclaat, put his face to the curb and stomp
Life is short and then you’re gone, so I keep my money long
Reason why I wrote this song, reason why I’m stunting on ’emmm.
Shotta Spence lyrics
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