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lazer dim 700 - 90's كلمات أغنية

[intro]
f_ck, f_ck, f_ck (i’on play this f_ckin’, she come if she wanna hit)
ayy, i got lil’, i got lil’ goxan on this motherf_cker
i got lil’— i got lil’ goxan— i got lil’ goxan on, hm (f_ck)

[verse]
scr_pped out with these bl!cks, we got all this sh_t
that’s the ammo in my bookbag
take my plate out on these [?]
smokin’ zaza in the stolo
girl, i phone that ho, she want a photo
n_gga telling, that’s a no_no
bet i sn_tch out, flip yo’ whip, we leavin’
i’on know what type beat goxan been sendin’ me
countin’ sh_t up, it [?]
know she wanna f_ck, but she know a n_gga tender
chop sh_t down like i put it in a blender
catch you out late with no fight, you surrender
gotta get high before i eat dinner
havin’ road rage on the highway, better get out the way
chasin’ all that, put the glock in his face
f_ckin’ different hoes, i’on even know the races
mix from the past, there’s a time and a place
old ass beat, i don’t know what to say
goxan send the beats from back in the day
slide ’em a beat like i’m back in the 80s
we illegal but we smoke like la
in the back seat with a shiest’ on my face
lil’ buddy gotta eat with a glock by a plate
on the back screen, tryna catch another plate
i got a receipt, what i spent for your fade
got the receipt, what i spent for your squirly
soon as i get out, i’m drippin’, muddy
spill a n_gga brain, leave his t_shirt bl__dy
what the f_ck he think? he ain’t rich for nothin’
fall for the hoes, gotta meet my lil’ cousin
bl!cked up, me and my gang, buddy
run a n_gga sh_t up, put the tip in the garbage
open ’em up for my t__th, lil’ sparkly
n_gga act like n_gga do archery
fiendin’ for the fine, n_gga don’t want money
feign for the racks, i just ran up a hundred
n_gga call his hoes, yeah, d_ck in her spine
stay reppin’ on the cut, beat kinda runnin’
i hear a b_tch moanin’, the beat kinda funny
still gon’ f_ck, i ain’t give the ho no money
diff’ kinda hoes, i want alice in the wonderland
why the f_ck n_gga, i l!ck with no gun at?
n_gga pop sh_t, we gon’ make him do the running man
other time, still got tripped by my underwear
headin’ to block with a chop, no monitor
skin a n_gga top, he gon’ end up cutting hair
old ass beat, he should’ve never sent it
buddy got xan in his b_lls, got plenty
plug on the airbnb’s, we in it
fake out the drop on the vs, they runnin’
mind spread, pull on my sleeve, i’m denim
pull up, we jump out the whip, they handy
[?] real, you ain’t had it in a minute
all these fine sh_t really friendly
all these b_tches really friendly
pockets swole, got knots in it
watch the roll, we on your whip
sh_t got stole, it right over here
it finna get cold, you finna get a chill
and you on that opp sh_t
and you on that opp sh_t
hit you with a drop, b_tch
i just got my rocks up
and it’s with some fine sh_t
this blunt got my mind spinnin’
tryna find something round with this
in a black truck, riding ’round with blitz
[outro]
f_ck, f_ck, f_ck

- lazer dim 700

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