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letra de nolackin flow - cel nolackin

[intro]
uh, uh (rico made a f-ckin’ hit)

[verse 1]
still be in the trenches, i can never duck no n-gga (huh)
i heard they mad at lil’ nolack ’cause he then ran it up on n-ggas (i run it up)
i ain’t even worth a mill’ yet, just made a couple figures (just made some money, n-gga)
just know my family good and i had dropped that bag just for my k!llers (uh-huh)
i maintained and stayed the same, i still move ’round the same n-ggas (and that’s on gang)
we went and marched up on that block, scored on an opp’, a game winner (grrah)
dmo died the 26th, we put in pain that same winter (we went and marched)
and they can’t rep up on no b, we put ’em in that same blender (uh-huh)

[chorus]
i’m in the bity with my glizzy, keep it on me, it’s lil’ nolackin (it’s lil’ nolackin)
we got that drop up on that block, creep through the alley and started clapping (grrah, grrah)
he played with me, we sent them shots
he boarded up, just ask what happened (just ask what happened, man)
it’s tecca town and 30 gang (yeah)
we won that war, them n-ggas cappin’ (them n-ggas cappin’)
stand on bus’ with my n-gga, i can never switch on ’em (i can never switch)
i’m still gon’ post inside the south with glock 26 and switch on it (wow)
he acting hard to get that lo’? okay, then sick a b-tch on ’em (sick a b-tch on the boy)
they know we top seed in the city and we knocked ’em off the big homie (yeah)

[post-chorus]
them n-ggas running out of cash and now they d-ck sucking (them n-ggas d-ck sucking)
talkin’ ’bout a twenty ball, i spent that twice, that sh-t nothing (that sh-t nothing)
i’m gon’ up this bl!ck, don’t gotta tussle, that’s end of discussion (them n-ggas quiet)
since i signed my deal, ain’t spinned a block, i think i’m getting rusty (i’m gon’ go again)
[verse 2]
listen, i catch this flight, i land in l.a. and link wit’ trench (trench, baby)
and know we put the belt on all them boys that y’all love to call drench (ha-ha)
he a three time victim, tell him sit his dumb-ass on that bench (the f-ck?)
and free lil’ 12, i heard he up the frrt and knocked ’em out the tints (shh)
if he drop a diss, don’t drop no diss back, know he getting bent (uh-huh)
brodie go pray to allah, say “inshallah” before he sin (skee)
and we known to bend the rules, can’t catch his ass, we k!ll his kin (phew)
but i’m just sixteen and i’m capping on the track, run it again (phew)

[chorus]
i’m in the bity with my glizzy, keep it on me, it’s lil’ nolackin (it’s lil’ nolackin)
we got that drop up on that block, creep through the alley and started clapping (grrah, grrah-grrah)
he played with me, we sent them shots
he boarded up, just ask what happened (just ask what happened, man)
it’s tecca town and 30 gang (yeah)
we won that war, them n-ggas cappin’ (them n-ggas cappin’, yeah)
stand on bus’ with my n-gga, i can never switch on ’em (i can never switch on ’em, yeah)
i’m still gon’ post inside the south with glock 26 and switch on it (switch on it, n-gga)
he acting hard to get that lo’? okay, then sick a b-tch on ’em (sick a b-tch on the boy)
they know we top seed in the city and we knocked ’em off the big homie (yeah)

[post-chorus]
them n-ggas running out of cash and now they d-ck sucking (them n-ggas d-ck sucking)
talkin’ ’bout a twenty ball, i spent that twice, that sh-t nothing (that sh-t late)
i’m gon’ up this bl!ck, don’t gotta tussle, that’s end of discussion (them n-ggas quiet)
since i signed my deal, ain’t spinned a block, i think i’m getting rusty (go at it again)

- cel nolackin

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