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lazer dim 700 – blammer كلمات اغاني

[intro]
f_ck (n_gga)
sh_t

[verse 1]
this a blammer, you get blammed tryna run down
uh, i got titties on a ar, this a hunnid round (welcome to clayton county, money, money on ’em, b_tch!)
lil gang want the k!ll, right now you can’t ‘een escape
spread racks on my arm, this sh_t don’t display
f_ck spread racks, spread money, this what i just made
call the f_ckin’ playback, what they want? they get skipped anyway
p_ssy n_gga ran last week, we catch him anyday
you p_ssy but you havin’ pounds, li’ gang might run you down
buddy got the zaza, where the strains, where the f_ckin’ pack?
think you finna walk down on lil’ fast, better be on ten
i was in some real sh_t, i had to f_ckin’ think
gang’nem know we pop the atm’s, then we pour up drink
think you finna try this sh_t? i’on know what lil buddy think
came in with racks, came in with drip, what the f_ck you on?
i got h_lla plays, juggs on my phone
run that sh_t, run yo’ f_ckin’ sack, run yo’ f_ckin’ load
better get down wit’ the f_ckin’ fye, or get out the road
i got fire for a p_ssy boy, p_ssy n_gga let me know (welcome to clayton county, money, money on ’em, b_tch!)

[verse 2]
gang mix moonrocks, we on moonrocks
buddy draw down wit’ a big ass gun, run him out his socks
we can’t lack outside the f_ckin’ dark, bl!ckies already caught
if you see it ’bout your f_ckin’ business, drop the f_ckin’ dot
we gon’ end smoke wit’ mystery, when fast poppin’ out
i might put this sh_t on fast, put this sh_t on me
lil’ bro said hes scared for his life,thats why he stay on beat
i can’t go nowhere wit’ that glizzy, like its glued to me
anytime lil flame pop out, b_tch, i got a tool or three
ain’t ‘een gotta c_ck it back, know we smokin’ rocket pack
gun down, tired of f_ckin’ tryna scam a bank, they givin’ me one rounds
he done tapped in wit’ a villain, p_ssy this a villain_boy
i done put attachments on arp’s, i’m having different toys
pull out pape’, adjust this sh_t
we got zaza in the bricks
keeping all my f_ckin’ sticks
lil boy, i can’t send you sh_t
(welcome to clayton county, money, money on ’em, b_tch!)
[verse 3]
this the real zaza pack, not no regular weed
promise i might walk a n_gga down in top villain tee’s
i might bring this sh_t out early, on the newest day
li’ buddy tryna build a opp, or gon’ be my newest plate
put me on a dummy list, bet i make it out
it’s a drought inside the f_ckin’ hood, run inside yo’ house
i forgot to bring my ski today, but i’m poppin’ out
on the drank, it got me feelin’ down, got me leanin’ down
you gon’ catch lil lazer trimming ’round, catch me out of bounds
n_ggas know lil’ fast f_ckin’ step, walk down and you left
you get blowed down, twelve poppin’ out, ain’t no more stuntin’ ’round
do a dirty crime, we in the trench, we in the dirty bricks
p_ssy boy ain’t gettin’ no f_ckin’ money, he doin’ dirty sh_t
i got chromes on my scale, he think this a fairytale
walk down wit’ some sh_t, everybody gon’ back_back
phew, phew

[outro]
(welcome to clayton county, money, money on ’em, b_tch!)
f_ck, sh_t

- lazer dim 700

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