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letra de lik flow 3 - 24lik & 392 lil head

lik flow 3 lyrics
[intro: 24lik]
big 24 sh-t, n-gga
y’all know what the f-ck goin’ on
ain’t sh-t change, n-gga
glock still bang, chop still slang, lil’ n-ggas

[verse: 24lik]
boy, your b-tch gon’ bust down for these blue faces (on the gang)
all white kit and buffs, lil’ n-gga, who racist? (n-gga, who racist?)
i just bust all in her mouth, she need new braces (ooh-wee)
we done hit him all in his scalp, get a new taper (doo-doo-doo-doo)
n-ggas must be paralyzed, can’t get up and go and make pape’ (the f-ck?)
my b-tch’ll take a n-gga out, but she don’t do dates (grrah)
i just popped him in my real whip, i need a new plate (i need a new plate)
they said cali ain’t goin’ no more, i need a new state (i need a new state)
b-tch, i know how to play my role like larenz tate
had to go and cut my grass low ’cause these n-ggas snakes
b-tch, you better call in if you see them n-ggas on the 8
you can really ask boom, n-gga, how them b-tches taste
i got two b-tches, one a nurse, one in the trenches (yeah)
like the drac’ missin’ a tooth, boy, this b-tch’ll get to spittin’ (doo-doo-doo-doo)
i like percs and bars, but sometimes i do the mixin’
you be in my comments d-ck suckin’, you ain’t even from the mitten
every n-gga with me steppin’, b-tch, you know we do the k!llin’ (we all steppin’)
they put four holes in his head, now that n-gga look like krillin (doo-doo-doo-doo)
sent his ass to the birds, now that lil’ boy a pigeon (hah)
had to hit that because i heard she got a lot of cakes (ooh-wee)
like summer school classes, boy, i got a lot of pape’
i’ll pull up with my big squad and drop a lot of apes
this b-tch’ll make you light-headed, you ain’t gotta vape
when these b-tches roll out, you better bounce, don’t even try to skate (get it?)
b-tch, i’m smokin’ med men, don’t hit my line if it ain’t ’bout band-bands
i’m rollin off them xan-xans, don’t even try it, i’ma blam-blam (rollin’)
so many shots just let off, it got the neighbors like, “godd-mn”
it got the neighbors like, “godd-mn”
pua over, it’s time to go back to the real scammin’ (ooh)
call my gifties peanut b-tter, ’cause these b-tches still jammin’ (bing)
unc’ down the way with dog and his line still slammin’ (rrr)
hit his ass with .223s, now that n-gga hairline slantin’ (hah)
suppressor on the glock, this b-tch sound like a p-ssy fart
brand new whips, all our sh-t be push-to-start (skrrt, skrrt)
come take a look in our trap, this b-tch like a mini mart (skrrt)
nah, never mind, bruh, you might be with the narcs

- 24lik 392 lil head

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