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lazer dim 700 - oxy كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(wake up, f1lthy)
mp5
mp5

[verse]
geek sh_t, fast sh_t, leave you in the past tense
equipped with this fifty_round, i’ll go ballistic
why the f_ck she keep lyin’ to me on the opp n_gga?
n_gga better not get on side my f_ckin’ whip
when i bump down, clutchin’ up my grip
lil’ twin got the l!ck, on his shoulder, it’s a chip
these speakers gon’ blow out
tell everything that you know ’bout
i seen that sh_t, but i got no eyes
n_gga think my f_ckin’ promag gon’ jam
try that sh_t, i bet it blam
big truck, pull up in the ram
on that f_ck sh_t at the function
zoom in on my f_ckin’ scope, carve your pumpkin
lil’ ho keep tryna give me throat, tell her i’m straight
pop out with this sh_t on me like i robbed a bank
your hood dead, we rode through it thе other day
high as f_ck, i just throw the pills away
ain’t tryna f_ck, i told that ho i want some facе
get out that box, soon as it’s over, it’s burned up
only reason why she wanna f_ck ’cause we turnt up
everybody cryin’ when you up, i just learned that
ain’t walk in the store by the gun, i heard that
d_mn, i need my f_ckin’ cup, i relapsed
whole city on them drugs, we need that
turnt sh_t only at the f_ckin’ box
burned up my first load, that’s no cap
every time them p_ssies move, we get the drop
plug give me the bags first, i get ’em off
different kind of plug, havin’ different sauce
these n_ggas parrots, copy all my thoughts
lookin’ like a terminator walkin’ through the mall
see the opps at the show, we start a brawl
do a spread, got these racks on my arm
i ain’t buy no ho no necklace, f_ck a charm
why the f_ck this ho keep textin’, what she on?
trash the mac, collectin’ my score streak
three different classes, switch the b_tch every week
if you try to test, ain’t spendin’ my money
this smoke be practice, i’m jumpin’ one hundred
i’m holdin’ grudges, smoke permanent
geeked up, fits tailored, makin’ turns and sh_t
b_tch hit my cellular on that other sh_t
get you for taylor park, he on that drunk sh_t
i really be on the court, i’m out here dunkin’ sh_t
hit you with this flame and you ain’t even functionin’
i’m havin’ glock, havin’ fire by my underwear
lil’ twin want on the news, he don’t even care
b_tch always tryna post, put me on the ‘gram
everybody already know when i’m in the town
on that block right now, we be hangin’ out
went to sleep in that box, they tappin’ out
i been keepin’ it real from the jump start
then you havin’ that lottery ticket
they gon’ chase you through the hood like lorenzo
when you jump in your whip, put your seatbelt on
on that f_ck_ass sh_t, you on spook sh_t
he gon’ spray a whole group, he don’t know who he hit
i just ran out my racks, now i’m too legit
these f_ck boys don’t even know who they f_ckin’ with
yeah, i’m comin’ through
come through in a bp truck
and my blunt is motherf_ckin’ stuffed
i got glock, i’m not tryna tussle
at the show, they pull on my t_shirt
big bank roll, it makin’ my feet hurt
drop the pack out the dock and we skeet off
got a lil’ smg and it fast as f_ck
gotta drop the window ‘fore you pull up
i can’t wait for no pape’, i go get it
make your ho tat the gang on her titties
i been tryna this b_tch out on the back porch
you f_ck n_ggas rats, feel like g_force
i don’t pay for no tats, i get wrote on
i serve, i boost my dinero
your table gon’ turn, they gon’ turn on you
gon’ set you aflame, they gon’ burn you
n_gga not my f_ckin’ enemy, cap
pour the whole pint, i still ain’t reach my limit
every day, i’m chasin’ racks, n_gga, gettin’ it
run through the stop sign, you better hit it
set the trap up like a regular high
gang ties
the bando boarded up right now too

- lazer dim 700

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