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letra de league - desire (rapper)

[chorus: slump6s]
i ride, i ride with a glock on me (i swear to god)
sending smoke, better pop on me (b-tch)
a wrap, b-tch, you got a drop on ’em?
how the f-ck he got them knots on him? (how the f-ck?)
how the f-ck i got these racks on? (how the f-ck?)
doing one-eighty with the cops on me (b-tch)
how the f-ck— (how the f-ck?)
how the f-ck he seventeen making all this green? got to be a glitch
glock 19, and it got a beam, put it to your bean, knocking off your lip
you’re not on my team, you’re not in my league, b-tch, you not on my level
i treat all my b-tches special, spent three hundred on a bezel
[verse 1: slump6s]
spanish freak tryna give me ‘beza
i rock alyx, boy, you rockin’ ecco
i put like five racks on my wrist, then twenty racks on my neck, ho
i’m in that audi, tell that n-gga, “let’s go”
i’m mr. ride around in presidential
that b-tch don’t know me, don’t know my credentials
take out the top, man, this b-tch go mental

[verse 2: desire]
these n-ggas not in my rank (my rank)
swerved the whip down, can’t spill the drank (that drank)
i’m in this b-tch with that muhf-ckin’ tool, n-gga, try, this b-tch go, “bang” (it go, “bang”)
he tryna flex with that lil’ bitty b-tch, be cool, she not no saint
she get bust-downed by the gang (wow, wow)
double r, we not no lames
vvs’ got me cold, up in this b-tch, clutching on the pole (haha)
lil’ jay really at the top, he tryna walk him down, they talk his soul
tryna put diamonds right up on the glock
lil’ bro be serving sh-t right out the socks, yeah (c’mon)
my pockets tangled like a knot
me and rino still sending shots, lil’ b-tch
new drac’ in the corvette (the ‘vette)
b-tch, i’ma die by my respect (uh-huh)
walk in that muhf-ckin’ bank
they just be staring, looking at my neck, it’s cool
flashing, now they seeing red like a bull
i was thuggin’ bread with my partners in skull
my lawyer tryna get me right
tryna defend my life but i can’t be with no tool
[chorus: slump6s]
i ride, i ride with a glock on me (i swear to god)
sending smoke, better pop on me (b-tch)
a wrap, b-tch, you got a drop on ’em?
how the f-ck he got them knots on him? (how the f-ck?)
how the f-ck i got these racks on? (how the f-ck?)
doing one-eighty with the cops on me (b-tch)
how the f-ck— (how the f-ck?)
how the f-ck he seventeen making all this green? got to be a glitch
glock 19, and it got a beam, put it to your bean, knocking off your lip
you’re not on my team, you’re not in my league, b-tch, you not on my level
i treat all my b-tches special, spent three hundred on a bezel

[outro: slump6s]
b-tch
b-tch, i’m rocking alyx

- desire rapper

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