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lazer dim 700 - n/a كلمات أغنية

[intro]
f_ck, f_ck, f_ck
mp5, mp5

[verse]
doing so much sh_t in my gen
walk a n_gga sto’, clutch a bl!ck in my hand
poor ass weed, this sh_t not on demand
try wit’ that lil fye, my pockets know i got that sh_t
waiting you to come back to yo’ house, i’m in the back of it
me and lil twin kicked down the doe’, and we sn_tchin’ sh_t
take a n_gga fye, slap his brain with the back of it
i’m the reason lil bro got his gang, he panicking
12 kicked the door, and freeze up like no mannequin
lil lazer in the hood, where the mechanic be
swiss cheese l!ck, hopping out with the arp
i’m running off door, what i do to a f_cking plane
every time we shoot, aim for his top, better duck his face
hit the hoe in the black truck, wе got h_lla sp_ce
ran off with the hoе thang, that’s a closed case
running from the jets, got hoe on my toes, ay
beat you with a glock, take yo’ cards out yo phone case
ain’t wanna f_ck i’m up in yo’ mouth like some toothpaste
me and lil twin take a n_gga down for h_lla bluefaces
we jus’ got the spot hot, gotta switch the location
hit him with the fye, he fold up like a baby
disco pant, n_gga think he in the 80s
ask that boy, “is he gonna shoot?” [?]
[?] i dropped that whip, i go crazy
12 trynna catch me down bad, they can’t f_ck with me
ain’t too many n_ggas, my gang, n_gga police
late night on that block, strikin’ for gen
50 round drum, can’t put fye on my pants
told hoe she gotta f_ck, so she trynna hang wit’ me
up my lil fye, for geeks, shoot a different 3
spread racks on my f_ckin’ tat sleeve
clutchin’ on my bl!ck, pourin’ drank stuff
i don’t f_ck out wit’ bl!ck, imma pop ’em out
and my block, this sh_t really like pakistan

- lazer dim 700

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