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letra de dip freestyle (lazy3x cover) - htn shittunes

[intro]
(euuuuuueeeuuueuuuugghhheuuuu)

[verse]
ayy, the bullets, they hit ’em, they split ’em like l!ckity
i’m in the field with yo’ b-tch and she l!ckin’ me
i get a grip and yo’ b-tch wanna get with me
i get a stick, yeah, i came with the infantry
the lines, they hit ’em, it’s feeling like symmetry
f-ck the other side, don’t f-ck with the enemy
we sound the same, that n-gga a simile
she get on her knees, i’ma show her my ministry
these n-ggas some p-ssy, they don’t get no dignity
get hit with the glizzy, he disappear instantly
i’m k!lling these n-ggas (uh) literally
i’m f-cking that b-tch, stop being fidgety
vvs diamonds; no, these not from tiffany’s
he not from the hood, that boy in captivity
but my n-ggas with it, they really be in the streets
these n-ggas don’t get it, these n-ggas be industry
the glock with a d-ck, i take his virginity
that n-gga a b-tch, he talkin so sillily
the heat in my waves, it change the humidity
i get the pack, then i’m flippin’ it
i get the racks, get the dividends
i’m in the field like i’m playing for michigan
b-tch i’m on a roll like i’m workin’ for michelin
he talk crazy, now instantly missing him
shooting that n-gga, like no, we not dissin’ him
she suckin’ my d-ck like no, i’m not kissin’ her
i get the clips, (uh) cinema
my life is a movie, i’m a walking theater
richer than sh-t, i get paid just to be in here
i post the picture, shawty wanna be in it
sippin’ that fanta, had to pour the lean in it
i pull up with hades, i be on my demon sh-t
he prayin’ to god, put him on a crucifix
he actin’ all hard but no, he not doin’ sh-t
like boy i’m big lazy, i be on my stupid sh-t
my n-ggas go brazy, i’m wit’ all that shootin’ sh-t
if she give me neck, b-tch, don’t put no tooth in it
i chop down the roof ‘n sh-t, pull up an’ shootin’ sh-t
get hit with the glock, he won’t get up
hop in the booth ‘n sh-t, smokin’ on boof ‘n sh-t
god, the gas, it got me stuck
wanted thot, wan’ show me love
oh, that’s your b-tch? she sucked me up!
i water my wrist, but the av on two toms
i pull up in the whip and you know that the roof gone
he look for his b-tch. just know that his boo gone
she ridin’ the subway, gave her this footlong
and i got a big k, know that this clip long
shawty gon’ f-ck, just know that this d-ck long
i pull up and box, i’m taking his jaw off
hop out of the car, hop out with the sawed-off
9 in the clip, it’s taking his arm off
that n-gga, he g-y, that n-gga a jerk-off
i’m sippin’ on lean, i’m sippin on smirnoff
that n-gga, he green, she said it’s a turn-off
he runnin’ his mouth, we takin’ his neck off
we makin’ a list, that n-gga get checked off
red all on me, i’m feelin’ like santa
we sending out shots, not sendin’ out letters
whole gang gon’ f-ck ’cause shawty gon’ let us
and i get green, ain’t talkin’ ’bout lettuce (yeah)

- htn shittunes

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