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lil rango & leekflexin - get intune pt. 2 كلمات أغنية

leave his ass leaky, b_tch
(jonathan??)

[verse 1]
i cannot f_ck up the plan
i cannot f_ck up the bands again, oh man
n_gga try to run up on me
i swear to god that be his last day, know i ain’t playing
don’t go in my phone
every time i go in my phone one of these n_ggas be saying
they ain’t on sh_t
n_gga, i get it just get off my d_ck, you my biggest fan
i’m off the shrooms, i don’t give a f_ck n_gga
you know i’m spinning again
aye, leave out the trap
f_ck is you going? i’m tryna stack this money straight to the moon
n_gga play me and lil b.o.l.o
we blowing, we making it back to the crib real soon
i promise you none of these glocks we showing
surprise! you see me _ i’m blowin’, be smooth
aye gеt intune
said it before and i’ll say it right now, finna blow likе a fuse
[breakdown]
aye, what’s all that talking?
you know i don’t wanna hear it
i wanna pick out his coffin
i want put a hole in his head like a dolphin
that’s what you get when you running yo’ mouth, n_gga
i really gotta stop talking ’bout n_ggas and b_tches that’s hurting my health
like, i really got me some money
i got me some wealth, that sh_t for myself

[verse 2]
boy, i put a xan on my d_ck
i told that b_tch taking narcotics be top of the shelf
i’m swervin’ through, i’m swerving’ through traffic
on god wockesha is treating me well
i’m in new york
don’t fumble the bag, take flights and put some money up for bail
stay with the gang as well, make sure none of the n_ggas around you gone tell
boy, check me out
boy, i used to be trapping for cheap, i done ran me a bag off a sale
and i was 14, n_gga back then wasn’t zelle
dirty money, make it clean, oh well
me and herbie serving fiends, oh well
in the trap, boy we was 16, oh well
16 _ we got a glock wit’ a beam from h_ll like n_gga what’s up with yo’ dog?
[verse 3]
what’s up with yo’ shorty?
i’m hitting her raw like, n_gga you know what i’m on
after i f_ck her, the uber is waiting outside
i told that b_tch hold on
we posted all up in that sky box, we in downtown
sipping remy, patron _ with the gang ‘nem
n_ggas know what we on, hi_tech pour up a four in that foam
speak on lil b.o.l.o. i aim for yo’ dome
matter fact lil n_gga i’ll shoot up your home

[refrain]
leave out the trap, the f_ck is you going?
lil n_gga, i’m tryna get money, i’m knowing
they know i been had been in my bag
they know i’m doing this sh_t on my own
i’ll still pop out, late night, all black, no phone, i got the chrome
gang

[outro]
leave his ass leaky, b_tch
leave his ass leaky, b_tch
know what the f_ck going on
rango, leeky!
get the f_ck in tune, b_tch
n_ggas steady f_ckin’ playing wit’ all us
like we ain’t on that sh_t for real, boy
we counting paper in the f_cking stu’ my n_gga
i got like…
i don’t even know, i got all blues on me my n_gga
what the f_ck is up boy
got tb in this b_tch
hi as h_ll, i’m tweakin’

- lil rango leekflexin

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