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letra de no lames - cypress moreno, wallie the sensei, ys & kee riche$

[intro]
(gotta lay off the peyote)
(he blessed me)
(cypress)

[verse 1: wallie the sensei]
remember me from high school? i don’t know dog
wallie and 30shot, b-tch, take your clothes off
i can shoot from down the street and knock his nose off
spin around the block again and make sure that it’s closed off
kee riche$ just pulled up with like ten b-tches
decisions on which one i wanna f-ck, but
decisions, i wish i could hit ’em all, but
i’m hittin’, other one l!ckin’ my b-lls, uh

[chorus: wallie the sensei & ys]
all solid n-ggas, no lames with us
never let a square come hang with us
we don’t stay safe, stay dangerous
can’t none of these other n-ggas bang with us
and why he talkin’ crazy? i don’t know dog
i’m reckless with the strap, ain’t got no limit like i’m o-dog
been had a bag, i been gettin’ away before fraud
still screamin’ free my brothers thuggin’ on the four yard
[verse 2: kee riche$]
look, the yg from my section, i gotta keep me a weapon
we trippin’ if n-ggas pressin’, assumin’ if n-ggas guessin’
this clip like a ruler, we finna teach him a lesson
i’m a deuce-four baby, i put on for the section
he spent money on a chopper, well, that’s money well spent
rappin’ ’bout the section, vibin’ out to 4 bent
me and wallie bagged some lil’ hoes at the show (yeah)
ys in the cut and sh-t, he always on go

[verse 3: ys]
ayy, i’m on go and i won’t stop firin’
ridin’ with my dogs, f-ck the law, we let shots fly
bumpin’ kodak black, but i was grippin’ on a glock 9
hang a left, caught an opp slippin’ at a stop sign
guess it was his moment, sh-t, i caught him at the right time
i just bust down my wrist, i gotta let my ice shine
pocket rocket for the pocket watchers tryna take mine
heard that they was plottin’, yeah, that’s word through the grapevine
shots fired, game time

- cypress moreno wallie the sensei ys kee riche

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