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letra de lightwork - double lz & pressplay

[intro]
chalabanta
lightwork, trust me, gang steppers, live
man like-man like-man like ron, you know
they already on nuttin’, they lightwork, aheha, lightwork

[verse]
run for your life when a gunman dip out
headside sh-ll out
bro’s gonna get out, can never be a sell out
glock 19 with the laser, watch broski been a min’ out
beat the weapon and i keep it steppin’
no standin’ up, peace, i won’t pree the settins
that’s a lethal weapon with my evil bredrin
i had to fly the ride and made him see the message
yo, sync-synchronise him whеn i put my knife in
i got war with the feds and rivals
jump out, bun fiya man, no guy fawkеs
old mileage, a guy got left in a sidewall
lil’-lil’ n-gga slipped, got dipped, got ripped
got shredded to bits with the fl!cks
dip, dip-dip-dip, dip-dip
make you drippin’ in drip when the .32 hits
they said they wanna owe me back, but they don’t even know he’s tapped, yo
get your rollie sn-tched, you ever seen a man humble but lowkey gassed? no
he love talk ’bout stuff he didn’t do, bro spin it, chucked, now i just see a yute
my broski creeped up, they picked the feet up, we switch the scene up, we lit the street up
man-man-man-man workin’ a mop, i ain’t cleanin’
skid up and beat it then run and retreat it
bine, bine, bine, bine, bine
i know you don’t know that feelin’
skeet when i beat and i’m tryna delete him
demon time, man run ’round beatin’
he got done up and left with a new look
got me flyin’ jd for some new boogs
mek-mek-mek money when i sleep, mek money when i eat
nah, f-ck that, i make money every week
if i bruck that, keep runnin’ when it beats
it’s a bruck back, it’s longer than it sweeps
sun’s out, guns out, run when i jump out
got a bad b-tch from brum town
all in her mouth, she a throat goat b-tch
wan’ jump up and down like a pogo stick
ayy, we chest shotted, what’s his name?
or we flew out the ride or what’s his name?
if she zeusin’ t–th, i gotta stop the brain
she got drop for the woosh, you can’t bop the same
me and you, chargie, we’re not the same
if i lock my aim, i might lock the place
we don’t come to play where they congregate
it’s an oppa’s day, it’s an oppa’s grave
i ripped the first one, try hit the third one
we did our dirt on in the block we lurked on
had to creep up, squeeze off then skeet off
see about twenty man breeze off
ha, ha, triple gun drop, we gettin’ done like he got
f-ck, they made another badman squeeze off
tryna pack man when i slap off the g lock
put-put-put your mic down if you ain’t done a drill
yo, tap that twice in the hatchback
bro slapped that, try go for the k!ll
lil bro try open him still
i was only 15, tryna buy a wap
bro mends his straps and i fiya that
i was skiddin’ ’round ’til the tires flat
poppin’ up on flats like, “how you back?”
[outro]
itsy-bitsy, drive
buss man ’round, you hold the state, ah
out came the boy, now, they all saw the jakes, yo
ahahaha, you know man already
don’t f-ck about, lightwork, motherf-cker

- double lz pressplay

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