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letra de lamb truck - campaign liq

[intro]
[?] with another banger, run that sh-t
if you ain’t f-cking with schoolboy, we ain’t f-cking with you lil’ dirty b-tch
ooh, schoolboy t [?]

[verse: liq]
yeah, lamb’ truck outside, yeah i had to park it
we see a opp, swear to god, we gone spark it
we gone roll up a opp, roll ’em up like some carpet
like i’m finna go shoppin’, just know you my target
bullets gone sting like a h-rnet in charlotte
all of this gas got me reeking like armpits
boy you not on sh-t, you on that clout sh-t
you can pull up and get you and your mans hit
all [?], better hope you can dodge quick
i pour me some drink, finna sip it like nesquik
i don’t need a stylist, i pick out my own fits
she don’t get what she want, now she throwing a d-mn fit
you totin’ that gun, better hope you don’t jam it
don’t diss on a n-gga if you on that fan sh-t
(haha, really can’t diss on no n-gga if you on that fan sh-t)
b-tch, hotbox thе car, got it lit like a sauna
don’t come around me if you bringing that drama
i hop in a forеign, i came from a honda
why you calling my phone if it’s not bout a comma
my momma she happy, i got her in prada
i’m smoking palm trees like i’m up in bahamas
i mix up the drip, b-tch i’m rocking gabana
my choppa go ape and the clip a banana
you cannot be me, you just a persona
walk in dior and pick up what i wanna
my n-ggas lay low in your grass like iguana
treat me like a king, she know i’m a don dada
she calling me daddy, b-tch i’m not your father
i run up the racks, tryna get my bag larger
cartier glasses, i look like a scholar
all of these clippers, i look like a barber
treat you like a son, like i been had your mother
[verse: rylo rodriguez]
oh, woah
all these n-ggas tryna follow the wave, can’t creep, boy you gone get wiped out
if you see a opp, better get off, cause i ain’t tryna be the n-gga that clock out
rocks in my watch like i slept on the cement
i pray that my n-ggas touch down, f-ck the defense
i drive and repent, i pulled up in a demon
i ain’t ridin’ the bench, i’m like “coach, gone put me in”
no caller id, she redder than hi-c, i hope they don’t try me, cause that’s a free body
took losses like “why me?”, put n-ggas on my back, that load was so heave i went bought a dolly
top down in the night time, we dont stop at red lights or stop signs
tryna help a n-gga but i’m done trying
went and bought a watch just one time
[?] deeper than a punchline
miss you, he still ain’t talking money, get declined
he ain’t made it rapping yet, i told ’em “keep trying”
f-ck it, go and get a sack like a d-line
oh woah, i’m memorized by these diamonds, all these vvs’s
you see me calling, dont leave me stressing
before i buy some jordans, i’ll buy a weapon
i’m talking retro .223, that smith & wesson

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