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cml lavish d - zone to the los lyrics

[intro: cml]
cml n_gga, projeck bo n_gga, what’s happening blood?
bank’d up n_gga!

[verse 1: cml]
we far different, thinking you bold
this f&h gon’ explode (bwa!)
they let a n_gga off parole, went and copped me a rolls (facts)
chase a n_gga with this fully blood, and f_ck up his clothes (bop bop bop bop)
we in the field politickin’, from the zone to the los (dead homies)
fed up the wrong tree, bullets tear through his nose (clown)
n_ggas talking ’bout they pimping, but they tricking with hoes (sucka)
when she seen that rolls_royce blood, you know that she chose (rrt)
the only thing that you can do for me is stick to the code (set)
from the jack to the ‘jects, blood the gang don’t fold (woo)
leave a n_gga at the light when the gang unload (bwaka)
you ain’t got to pat me down, you know i came with the pole (on the set)
and that b_tch that you in love with blood, she came with the bro (hahahahaha)
we in the trenches politickin’ from the streets to the prison (yuh)
blood it’s money over b_tches and i’m still on the mission (still on a mission n_gga)
k!ll a rapper when i catch him, if i feel like he dissing (come here blood)
pop a perc and go to work, you know the 30s be tripping (30 gang)

[chorus: cml]
in the trenches politickin’ from the zone to the los
first n_gga disrespecting, bullets rip through his clothes
blood it’s money over b_tches, ima stick to the code
from the 30s to the 50s b_tch you know how it goes
in the trenches politickin’ from the zone to the los
first n_gga disrespecting, bullets rip through his clothes
blood it’s money over b_tches, ima stick to the code
from the 30s to the 50s b_tch you know how it goes

[verse 2: projeck bo]
projeck bo b_tch, i’m bank’d up for real
hit a n_gga hood back and forth like a drill
i ain’t aiming for that vest, pop his head like a pill
real project n_gga blood, you n_ggas know the deal
tapped in with cml, now sh_t getting real
from the los to iraq, all my n_ggas keep steel
chase a sucka out the hood if i heard that he squeal
catch him on the 4 block yeah my n_ggas trill
no sneak dissing, we gon’ pull up and get him
drop a whole 100, so you know ima hit him
like a dollar with my brother, whole head ima split
now i’m thugging in iraq, little b_tch is f_cking back
foreign whips in the back, every car two straps
if you reach for my chain, get your stupid ass whacked
call my brother koopa bang, leave your head on the flame
if you reach for my chain, get your stupid ass whacked
lil woof pulled up, in that benz grand black
we was just on [?] spent a couple racks
we wasn’t in that b_tch naked, all my n_ggas had straps
on the block with them starz, b_tch we shining like a lamp
[chorus: cml]
in the trenches politickin’ from the zone to the los
first n_gga disrespecting, bullets rip through his clothes
blood it’s money over b_tches, ima stick to the code
from the 30s to the 50s b_tch you know how it goes

in the trenches politickin’ from the zone to the los
first n_gga disrespecting, bullets rip through his clothes
blood it’s money over b_tches, ima stick to the code
from the 30s to the 50s b_tch you know how it goes

- cml lavish d lyrics

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