Spiffy - Master Sensei Intro lyrics

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Spiffy - Master Sensei Intro lyrics

[Produced by Spiffy Global] [Intro] No such thing a bad student, only bad teacher Teacher say, student do Young n***a Louis bag having n***a Louis duffle bag (Hold up, Spiffy on this motherf**a!) [Verse] Coming with an 18 wheeler, I need some water back in Wrappin' and trappin' I'm goin' and breakin' up the front, ain't nothin' but back in Got a Louis bag with nothing but bags in I get it dirt cheap, why the f** you be taxin' Free Bloody Blood, he got locked up for trafficking Jamaican weed plug, get the bricks from Africans Put the trap in a choke hold, got 'em tappin' in Ran out of them percs and I'm back on the vicodin Everything I do, these n***as be bitin' it Go in the booth and off the top like I'm writin' it sh** on my mind, I can't do sh** but grind Chopper on me n***a, ain't finna take mine Up all night then I sleep in the daytime Trap out the trap phone, ran out of checklines Aunty need a percocet for her spine If it ain't bout money, don't come wasting my time Got my lil' baby brother with a lil' baby 9 Pimp out my money, I need every dime p**y a** n***a get from round I can't f** with you n***as, you ain't one of my kind Dash on the work like I'm Deon in his prime Hit the trap with the bricks, hard punchline These rappin' a** n***as be lyin' Lent me the work 'cause he knew it be flyin' Drankin' that Hi-Tech while y'all get wine Fish in the coupe, when I'm cookin' I'm fryin' Trappin' hard 25-8, overtime 200 [?], it ain't no finish line I go to Jeffrey's, I don't wear the finish line I want platinum cookie, but I'll take any kind Dabbin' in latest fashion with a hundred dollar line VIP, never waited in line Got a box comin' in with a dime My young n***a gave me 3 cent, it ain't a dime You're a snitch a** n***a, I can see it in your eyes Cook up the dope, it gon' ride Put on Tom Ford like the master of disguise Strapped up with gun, I'm goin' on knife Sold out a partner, it come with a price Count a roll n***a, we countin' 1, 5 I got the baby, these n***as just whinin' Got on j**elry like I'm already signed Master Sensei, I break up the bricks Take out the 9 and spend it at fifth 2 Glock 18s on me like I got hips I'm in the hood where the journey begins