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letra de fast lane - 49th parallel

[verse 1: ak]
listen, motherf-cker

don’t be tryna hop in on a track
get back, get back with your b-tch -ss
finna kickback like bale overhead
p-ss mismatch cross ’em up
give ’em whiplash, on attack with the mask, a gat, and a mac
in the zone like capone with my two hands
go ahead talk up, whip it up, in the cut
don’t give two f-cks ’bouta hitman

the flow is contagious on any arrangement
my lyrics a haven for past altercations
mic is my savior for awful behaviors
you n-ggas is -n-s like sh-t on the pavement
talkin’ bout haters who think cause we made it
that fingers can twitch on the phone screen
and the outcome won’t taper
the fact that the 49th gang so bright, ultralight beam
digits wise, you minimize
see the trillest guys, see the realest lies
i’ma say it once, never ever twice
that my bloodline is too divine
spittin’ rhymes with the ghost vibes
give goosebumps to the fan base
best believe at the next show
that the roof poppin’ off the whole place

[chorus: ak]
we do the most
pull up in ghost like quavo
hop out the coupe man these haters is toast
get it and go, can’t say no (uh)
we do the most
pull up in ghost like quavo
hop out the coupe man these haters is toast
get it and go, can’t say no

[verse 2: chilly boi]
feelin’ wavy while i whip mercedes
pull up, shot, just like mcgrady
3am and i’m feelin’ faded
i got the bag, yeah i get it, i get it
flow is ridiculous, everything i do meticulous
please get the f-ck out my business
i am a man, i’m a miracle, your man a joke, he’s satirical (woo)
pour up, get drunk, we turnin’ up cause we don’t give a f-ck
fifth of the goose got me goin’ so crazy
girl, best believe i’ma make you my baby
one, two, three, four
bounce that -ss like a bungee cord
we stay lit, we never bored
posted, we livin’
two tone be drippin’, no f-cks being given
b-tch, don’t you know who i am?
c-h-i l-l-y, got the club goin’ live
cause these hoes know i’m wild (ooh)
cuddies be crampin’ my style
hope that they know i’ma be here a while
feel like the goat when i’m whippin’ the lam’
might need a boat, so much water, might drown
i am the king lil’ b-tch, where’s my crown?

[verse 3: samwrightcoastal]
you really don’t know me too well
i really can’t focus that well
but i’m k!llin’ you really like braille
under the covers no freshmen, no double xl
took me to heaven then h-ll
you be on [?] then i’ma be kale
got me all under your spell
you could be holdin’ the l, i could be rollin’ us blunts
to be switchin’ with your girl, i’m just tryna f-ck but you sayin’ i talk too much
i’ma push my luck, i ain’t in no rush
it ain’t over til you hit that crutch and the windows up, and the sun go down, and the backwood tucked
packed weed in the blunt
no reason to come but no reason to not
so feel free to slide, but just no we don’t stop it
if you here for the ride, then we straight to the top

- 49th parallel

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