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lazer dim 700 - candles كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
ayy, we goin’

[verse]
i might pop out, late night
slide my whip, i miss some lights
the sh_t y’all selling, it don’t get me high
[?] don’t text me for no drip
[?] don’t text me for no drug
he ‘on got a [?], he not a real plug
drinks [?], it ain’t what i love
soon as you do that, you know what come with it
drum in my stick, this b_tch a [?]
in a moshpit, this b_tch sticky
high as f_ck, i [?] more than ricky
n_ggas hoes, think they standin’ on business
roof [?], i just let that b_tch [?]
cap like you really [?] your trigger
[?] how you rush me
v8 engine, that b_tch [?] runnin’
i ‘on even [?], you know i’ma [?]
pour up drink, bubble in my sprite
[?], put on drip, [?] cup
i’m on down, settle ass drop
two phones and i’m trappin’ out boat
in the middle of the city, standin’ at a store
thought you was gon’ blow your gun, where you go?
soon as i get off, n_ggas get low
i got your city [?]
creepin’ your spot, i walk on my tip toe
medicine make you think you strong
i ain’t switching on my drip, i got dripped on
n_gga bite on my drip, this the way
.40 cal on my hip, can’t play
too many racks, can’t put ’em in piggy bank
who the f_ck let a n_gga troll on the internet?
f_ckin’ on these n_ggas hoes, i’m gettin’ into that
i be drivin’ like i’m drunk drivin’
i’m runnin’ to the smoke, solvin’ the problem
12 lame as f_ck, told ’em i rob ’em
[?], i call ’em
i been buggin’ my plate, i’m callin’ ’em
i made that lil’ ho drive me ’round
every time [?], [?] call of duty
don’t like to lift garages, i’m lootin’
everywhere i go, they like, “where is you smokin’?”
a n_gga get a new .5, bet he gon’ post it
n_gga tryna’ jump out, n_gga gettin’ [?] beef
come around yo’ high, i was too [?]
not a real drip, got it on [?]
not a real drip, you got it on sale
you went out bad, they spammin’, “l”
the [?] right now, you gotta go re_up
he ain’t on that [?], he ‘on beat up
look like slammin’ that, you gon’ need [?]
shoot you [?], now you look a lil’ beat up
fast car, i be [?] the street up
the ho wanna kick it, the ho gotta eat up
ghetto boy down bad, bot got his feet up
pour up drank in a two liter
ran up [?] to my shooters, they beat up
[?] link to my hood, we [?]
anywhere i go, i be geeked up
see some fine shyt, i’m tryna sweet talk
‘member back then, i play k!lla
full designer brand, not no reebok
all the hoes goin’, all the hoes goin’
i was surprised, how the bih get the blowin’
racks bustin’, put the sh_t on my arm
trap spot, got a weed farm
we ‘on make it short, cut through yo’ yard
b_tch keep takin’ shots on my gun
50 dollar, 55 a charge
n_gga think i’m havin’ fun, i [?]
i be hidin’ my face for 12 body count
you get geeked up, you listenin’ to music
stash the way to racks in my room
pack send a n_gga to the moon
[outro]
yeah
yeah, yeah

- lazer dim 700

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