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Fes Taylor
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2 Hot 2 Touch
f/ Lon Dini
[Chorus 2X:Lon Dini] Too hot to touch, who fucking with Tuffs, now none Represent the Nilla for realer, make all you cowards run
[Lon Dini] I'm so on fire, my mouth make, mic wires melt I'm gone, for broke, floating in the zone by myself Master my music, now I'm bout to lock and abuse it Spill so fluent, people probably ask how I do it Say the drug game, pieces in living port, help me sure it raw On top of that, my pen keep it funky like sewers are You don't want none, have hardware pointed at your loved one Pull it and I'm using it, Tufflon, exclusive shit Only slide bangers for gangsters, that was cool and shit Cowards on me can flip, this Smith leave your spirits wet Taught in the jungle, be quiet but move militant...
[Chorus 4X]
[Lon Dini] I bench press and back break, cut and decapitate My vocals like lead flying clutch iron you die in a duel of death I get murdered, the Nilz is in my soul rec' Fly as the posses of old west, respected like old vet Violate fam, I murder whole sets Synthethic thump, run and throw darts and out bomb this Section is large, til you put your hands on me, cuz Now the medics might not reach ya, maggots all eat ya Under the earth, you try to bust me, I let it bang first
[Chorus 4X]
[Lon Dini] Like damn, Tuff, why you put it down so violent It's like I rep for my whole fucking project, that was forgotten It ain't nothing I got on my pop it and lock it and load The lion's awoke, leading the Jungle, going for throats The general spoke, escape with a cloak and dagger, drunker stagger Only thing left on concrete was brain matter Your dream shattered, my team plot ladder like painters Not a soul in the projects heard your voice when we stained ya
[Chorus 4X]
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