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lil rango & leekflexin - how it go كلمات الأغنية

(jonathan??)

[intro: lil rango, leekflexin]
look
lemme just tell you how this finna motherf_cking go (huh?)
smoking exotic not smoking on motherf_cking dro (what?)
boy, rango you say dat too much, i just told ’em i know
rango, lil n_gga man
why they be calling you rango? i just wanna know
i say ’cause i ran up a bag, i’m on go

[verse 1: lil rango, leekflexin]
i can just hop out a beamer with shorty nem
and like a magnet, i’m taking yo’ hoe
them n_ggas be f_ggots (huh?)
you snitching on bolo, lil n_gga i hope that you motherf_cking know (what?)
none of that sh_t we condone
we pull up real deep to your home (or)
lil herby throw hands at yo’ dome
caught him, he up on his own
lil bolo start what? lil bolo start blowin’

[verse 2: lil rango, leekflexin]
n_gga, i put yo’ ass on, how the f_ck you gon’ act like you better?
i merch it that n_ggas be lame, they really be thinking that they be ahead_of my n_ggas
you stupid ass n_gga, i pull up rеal deep wit’ a f_cking choppa and start wetting yo’ n_ggas up
tell them to call mе when that n_gga sentence up (n_gga a b_tch)
posted all up at the crib, at the same time shortys was turning sh_t up
i’m on the e_way, i’m goin’ 150, they going like 80, they need to catch up (huh?)
got no problem switching my lanes
but n_ggas be scared
find they self stuck
all of a sudden you 30, yeah, you outta luck (what?)
and its crazy, ’cause n_gga, like, d_mn!
i been just thinking ’bout sh_tty can’t wait to be smoking his pack
(n_gga f_ck)
[verse 3: lil rango]
no we don’t f_ck with no rats, no mice, you snitching on bolo
you ran out of luck
boy, herby he pop out the cut and then buck
n_gga was talking too crazy, they roll up all black
and then bolo start yelling, “wassup!”
that sh_t could get stupid as f_ck
’cause when bolo hop out the jeep, guarantee he gon’ buss
while you n_ggas riding the bus
we up in traffic, foreigns, n0body sees us
that glock with a switch, turn his face into rust
that glock with a d_ck, turn his bros into dust
he got the same bullets that’s been in that gun since he got it, boy
i know he never gon’ buss
so, get the f_ck off of my line, yelling all in yo’ mic
boy you tweaking, don’t get up wit’ us

[bridge: lil rango, leekflexin]
and b_tch i’m wit’ leeky, he rocking wit’ us, we up at the stu’
y’all got the lo’, so i’m thinking, like, why the f_ck y’all don’t pull up?
’cause y’all n_ggas be fu (huh?)
boy, i’m up in traffic and y’all can catch me up on feet wit’ lil leeky ‘nem too
man, “what the f_ck they gonna do?”
and i’m with bolo, we got enough shots for a zoo
boy, i ain’t been f_cking with xans for a minute
but, herby he wake up and then he take 2
[verse 4: lil rango, leekflexin]
bolo, he be off of that x, don’t tweak on that n_gga unless you wanna go on the news
i swear i be hanging around bunch of motherf_cking loose screws
leeky stay with me, that n_gga be crazy, you f_ck with us you gonna loose
b_tch, i used to be broke
me and lil herby, we found us a way so we never could lose (what?)
we never accepted defeat
never had trusted a treesh
and i stick to the code like i’m scared of the heat
i’m on the block on my feet (huh?)
i’m smoking exotic
i’m telling the opps come meet
that n_gga want f_ck with me over some kid ass sh_t
call leeky (what?), he running, he hitting his feet
b_tch, i’m in the hood and my c_ck in a treesh
my c_ck in a treesh (what?)

[verse 5: lil rango]
b_tch, i’m in the hood
fill up a dub in a blunt and a 8th in a wood
we hop out, amiri the denim, look good
b_tch, i’m on go, it don’t matter which hood
i pop out with leeky, i’m dropping a xan in a 4
tbe sh_t
glock with a switch, that b_tch fire at yo’ nose
that glock with a d_ck gon’ fire at yo’ bros
and no, i don’t f_ck no snitch, no hoes
these n_ggas is goofy, right now they is getting exposed
i could just post on the block, matter_of_fact i think herby nem up on the block
and he staying 10 toes
why you won’t slide?
n_ggas be hoes
yo’ brother died and i’m looking all up in the sky, telling bolo like, “there his ass go!”
(look, look bolo there his ass go!)
[outro]
lame ass n_ggas for real man
y’all ain’t even spinning sh_t, we done told y’all slide through
n_ggas better be on the look out, for real though
that’s for all the opps

- lil rango leekflexin

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