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laxerxes - south korea freestyle (ft. sir dubbington) كلمات أغنية

[intro: sir dubbington]
what? this some detroit sh_t, ok, i’m f_ckin’ with it
the 313 and the 503 type sh_t
look, look

[hook: sir dubbington]
took this on an iphone, trappin’ on a samsung
made a ten ball before the afternoon, my hands numb
i just did the dash in something fast, left the van slumped
opps ain’t got no pape, they out here broke, that’s a d_mn bum

[verse 1: sir dubbington]
cartier lenses, see the hate through the tint (yeah)
talkin’ like he ballin’, boy, you playin’ off the bench (what)
gps the package, i’m like brady with the wrist (wrist)
you ain’t really swipin’, why you cappin’ on a bin? (why?)

penthouse views, mix the wock’ with the mist (aye)
could’ve bought a rollie, but i spent it on my fit (yuh)
label sent a deal, but i curved it, it’s a miss (what?)
made another jug, now i’m thumbin’ through a zip (brruh_buh_buh_buh)

why do everybody do nun when they talk they sh_t?
hard on the net, but you really don’t be poppin’ sh_t
thinkin’ they so hard, but they soft, they don’t stand on it
you live in the hills and you still a p_ssy ass b_tch
flexin’ fake pape, boy, that’s borrowed, not a bankroll
say you got a switch, but you ain’t never let that k blow (k blow)
all that cap in your rap, man, you funny like a stage show (stage show)
signed a 360, now you workin’ like a slave, bro (what the f_ck?)

like when i cap in my rap
then i make sure y’all know i ain’t really built like that
but i don’t ‘cause you know that i’m really on my facts
but i’ma fake it real quick just to see where y’all at

i’m a broke boy, my ass can’t even afford to flex (nah)
only checks i get be them government checks (nah)
live on a paycheck, talkin’ first and the fifteenth (nah)
i be talking sh_t but all my opps, they be real mean (real mean)

[bridge]
holy sh_t, i can’t do this, bro
too rich to even act like most of yall live, what the f_ck?
alright, alright, let me get back to my normal sh_t
aye, look, look

runnin’ up these bands, i could teach a lil’ seminar
brodie in the trenches, he still trappin’ out a rental car
said you got a milli’, but your fit came from penny mart
boy, you ain’t no hustler, you just cappin’ for the seminar
[hook: sir dubbington]
took this on an iphone, trappin’ on a samsung
made a ten ball before the afternoon, my hands numb
i just did the dash in something fast, left the van slumped
opps ain’t got no pape, they out here… (brruh_buh_buh_buh)

[verse 2: milos dmitrovic]
punched up a vpn, i’m overseas with it
two_tone glock, switch it up, i got a breeze in it
chrome hearts tag on my fit, i left the sleeves drippin’
told the plug, “i need the load,” he sent a speed shipment

big body benz, but i drive it like a scat pack
opp tryna slide, turn his coupe into a flapjack
i just made a play in shenzhen off the nasdaq
brodie keep a k like he loadin’ up a flashbang

touchdown in portland, made a dub before the sunset
pockets too fat, you would think i did a dumb flex
walkin’ out the neimans, drop a bag, i’m feelin’ unjust
i just swiped a tesla, left the lot like, “boy, what’s next?”

two phones on me, i feel like i’m kevin gates
bro’s still servin’ dog food, it ain’t ???
left wrist hit like vegas lights, this a better piece
i just sent a text to my boo, said she’s dead to me
turbo in the engine, hear it growl when i back it up
hundred in the drum, if he talk, leave his casket up
told ’em it’s a wrap, like a peta, when i bag it up
they ain’t in my league, these lames need to pack it up

- laxerxes

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