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letra de lay down - bouncebackmeek

[chorus: bouncebackmeek]
foldin’ not a option we get straight to it
bands all in her purse, i go straight through it
straight stupid, you cashin’ out, man you straight foolish
when pigs come around i just stay coolin’, fair it off
ay b-tch, lay down
this a fn not no [?]
tank rounds, dogs dry like a greyhounds
he ended up foldin’ so he can’t stay ’round

[verse: bouncebackmeek]
he was a bro, he switched up, now he a ho
how you snitchk but your partner told?
this b-tch outta pocket, that’s why your pocket cold
never turned b-tch, this choppa stock only 4
fat .40 on me i don’t even gotta pray
they shot at me and they missed, they need to go hit the range
them n-ggas they had the chance, them n-ggas ain’t have no aim
tried to catch them suckers in traffic and let it drip on they frame

[bridge: bouncebackmeek]
chasin’ chicken, i can chase my own b-tch
keep it solid, you be really goin’ through her phone sh-t
ain’t worried ’bout her, but the bands, i stay focused
if you ain’t the bro, can’t get the pole you can’t blow this
chasin’ chicken, i can chase my own b-tch
keep it solid, you be really goin’ through her phone sh-t
ain’t worried ’bout her, but the bands, i stay focused
if you ain’t the bro, can’t get the pole you can’t blow this

[verse 2: javn2900]
foldin’ ain’t no option i’ma get to it
homie keep a stick, i’m gon’ rip through it
better tear it off, ‘meek gon’ go stupid
smekoh gon’ keep one in the neck, [?] he a d-mn fooly, ay
island baby, if it’s poppin’ we gon’ pop off
they yellin’ out, “funk” then he got dropped off
phony ass gangsters, they some knock off
re-real west n-gga get the knocka when it pop off (whoop)
i’m yellin’ out whoop when i’m in your section
bands all in my pocket so you know i gotta keep a weapon
n-ggas flexin’, stripped him out his neck just ’cause he talkin’ reckless
better check his [?], no [?] we tryna leave you neckless
ay b-tch, ay lay that sh-t down
my dawgs tryna bang some you better keep that yo head down
you ain’t runnin’ through no [?], that b-tch said you a clown
you gon’ scream when the pigs come around
ay, whoop
[chorus: bouncebackmeek]
foldin’ not a option we get straight to it
bands all in her purse, i go straight through it
straight stupid, you cashin’ out, man you straight foolish
when pigs come around i just stay coolin’, fair it off
ay b-tch, lay down
this a fn not no [?]
tank rounds, dogs dry like a greyhounds
he ended up foldin’ so he can’t stay ’round

- bouncebackmeek

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