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layzee (rap) – klan summer كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: layzee]

klan familia, you n-ggas still don’t look familiar
not at all, not all

now this right here is not a preview of what our latest sh-t gone bring you or sound like
i just gotta express and let some sh-t up off of my chest could give a f-ck if it’s rude or don’t sound nice
i was living life lost in the dark then found light, in this music chewing beats while you n-ggas sound bite
you clown-like, everything about you is made up, of your idols blended and put inside a cup
you getting drunk off it now don’t you think that’s kinda lame bruh
while i’m with your b-tch scoring every time we lay up
while you n-ggas snoring oh you best believe lay up
hitting it from the back cause she got -ss but got a-cups, i ain’t sh-t
but who could blame me, neither is society, high off a drug called government, need sobriety, tests to check and see if they’ll ever admire me, cause they thinking i’m crazy but i agree entirely
i got a variety of flows opposed to your mono-style, kinda old you know
better hold ya ho, she a psycho holmes, stalking a n-gga following me when i go home
tryna kiss me now, bet you wanna diss me now, but won’t cause it’s always small talk on your microphone
get it, well f-ck it i don’t really care if you didn’t, cause those of you who listen ain’t got a doubt that i’m spitting
like a llama with a speech impediment, and this weed that i’m smoking might impeach the president
and everything you speak irrelevant, you n-ggas sound dumb i advise that you seek intelligence
we ain’t even made it yet i need to get farther, young & i’m eating never been a starver
and for my team i’m a starter, you n-ggas weak-minded that’s why it’s such a problem to lift your bars up
yeah i’ll write your verses homie but i’ll have to charge ya, to get your lines up like a motherf-ckin’ barber,
who need a charger cause his phone died but when his phone on ain’t even got no f-ckin’ service at his parlor
klan summer, i’m a winner, so when i spring on your girl i bet her panties fall
probably reconsider if she wearing granny drawls, or if she everybody b-tch like the f-ckin’ family dog
go head and say i’m wack you a bold face lie, we all know i’m k!lling sh-t and this a cold-case file
we all know i’m spitting crack into a cocaine pile, just feeding em’ rock kurt cobain style
my n-ggas finna take over the whole summer, chasing this dream like wile e. after road-runner,
with a twist cause i’m gone catch it and bomb this sh-t, and make em’ get up out my sp-ce i’m gone tom this sh-t
i’m gone prom this sh-t and watch em’ crown me king, for the unique flow pattern and sound he bring
who would thought he seventeen, just ahead of my time, still a lazy -ss n-gga i wish my bed could recline
i wish i had a cereal vault right under my bed, i wish b-tches would disappear after giving me head,
because i hate to be mean and tell em’ get the f-ck out, but keep sitting tryna be jazzy you’ll get kicked the f-ck out, b-tch

- layzee rap

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