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lazer dim 700 - presher كلمات أغنية

[intro]
[?]
i got a redneck playing in the woods right now, he waitin’ on me

[verse]
how you know i tripped, i ain’t know i tripped out
l!ck sweet, give me sugar rush
h_lla weight on my shoulder, like a push_up
touchin’ racks, i been rich, drippin’
if you run into it, it’s a collision
i’ma catch the big fish, i’m a fisherman
twin done [?] through the doo’, hit a ceilin’ fan
stuck, i don’t know what to say, switch the beat then
everybody got the new drop, we gon’ link then
i done scored a few touchdown, they ain’t playin’ defence
n_gga see my jewels, think he can take it
back on the block, i’m back to the basics
come back with guap, got racks on vacation
flip the [?], i be quick to erase it
drop the window, this b_tch don’t got no safety
[?], i never wore d_ckies
twelve got me f_cked up, talkin’ ’bout material witness
p_ssy b_tch, take your uniform off
he script, we seen him going on a two_man
they lock us up, the whole hood contraband
n_gga sleep on me, they popped a xan’
same clothes, we done f_cked the same ho’
icebox, got my chain out the freezer, this b_tch froze
li twan go do a l!ck, he leavin’ his soul
real trench sh_t, spark the blunt with the stove
n_gga bitin’, ’cause this sh_t getting old
n_gga in the field, determined in the field
turn my swag on, bl!cked up when i rise up
n_gga feel like he military, go sign up
fishbowl whips, get scared, get lined up
shake the box, now we checkin’ the box
pop the box, we gon’ get out the box
pair the glock now, they just gave me the glock
take an opp down, so the raging can stop
been sippin’ drank, i done aged on the wock
popping sh_t, [?]
popping sh_t, we got the chevron trench
popping sh_t, we got the mini sto’ lit
the first time the b_tch seen me, knew i was gon’ hit
this f_ck n_gga screaming, we knew he was hit
p_ssy boy ain’t a demon, he knew he was a b_tch
check the fridge, i got drank in my fridge
map this sh_t out, show li twan where it is
i don’t want tris, swear to god, spill tris out
stay on beat, so i can’t get crossed out
thousand feet, put the boy with the sharks
stick by the palm trees, i’m livin’ large
fake geeked up, that sh_t a facade
i don’t know which way we goin’, which way we goin’
n_gga bl!cked up, we were quick to disarm
n_gga havin’ blue racks, spread on my arm
finna get a new tat’, finna tat’ a gun
n_gga fake geeked up, just to trip for ’em
n_gga got a seatbelt on, he went crashed it
he ain’t got no flashlight on your gun, you ain’t lasting
in my hood, you ain’t gon’ see none but ratchets
beat me to it, we gon’ see who the fastest
[outro]
f_ck, f_ck, f_ck

- lazer dim 700

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