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cel nolackin, jace! & llc4 records - get low كلمات أغنية

[verse: cel nolackin]
uhh, lackin, uhh, listen, uhh, uhh
i don’t cl!ck with different blocks, nolackin came from out the south
them n_ggas mention “[?]” name, i’m tryin’ to go see what that sh_t ’bout
been they block, drop yo’ ski, go put this hot sh_t in they mouth
go ask red, i did a drill, then shot the [?] inside his house
i’m still actin’, still bendin’, say my name, i’m bouncin’ out
them n_ggas say the [?] don’t murder, but they glorify the [?]
so i’m in the trenches, baggy pants, but stuff my glock inside a pouch
they think this sh_t for fashion, boy, they hid the stick from word of mouth
i hit the block with .26 on me, i swapped it out for glock .23
slap a b_tton on back this b_tch, i bet i win the mvp
n_ggas think they tough with glock out, he hear—brr—and use his feet
n_ggas [?] but since 22 got spanked, they hear a [?]

[chorus]
get low with the stick like limbo
i might spin up on the opps, don’t catch ’em stretches [?]
i don’t drill with n_ggas ’cause i know they kinfolk
i got locked up in the jail, no, touch me, i’m ten toes

[verse: jace!]
ain’t worried bout sh— got a hold of his chain
coulda’ make his ass buy that sh_t back
ass spank her, ass smack, smack
this hit— hittin’ his back
i ain’t worried ’bout, ’cause we been on god
we left his house with holes, cheese, jack
i ain’t heard ’bout, ’cause we been on god
and we belt to ass, ain’t showin’ no slack
we striked the scat, we back to back, head tap any n_gga that lack
my og told me, you jumpin’ the streets, the boy tryna’ run, catch up like track
he actin’ stupid, goofy, i bet them bullets would get his ass on track
ain’t no way we doublin’ back like that
ain’t no way i’ma show off the mac like that
ain’t no way that boy sippin’ on real act’
i got a white plug, named him zack
f_ck that, get block under attack
green light, red light, get his ass whacked
[chorus]
get low with the stick like limbo
i might spin up on the opps, don’t catch ’em stretches [?]
i don’t drill with n_ggas ’cause i know they kinfolk
i got locked up in the jail, no, touch me, i’m ten toes n_gga

[outro]
get low, let the switch go, uhh
n_ggas droppin’ disses, last i checked, k!lled his bro, uhh, uhh
get low, uhh, get low, n_ggas drop the disses now, uhh
check on you bro, uhh, get low, uhh, get low
n_ggas drop the disses now, check on you bro

- cel nolackin jace llc4 records

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