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letra de truereligion - l5 (rapper)

[intro: l5]
hot n-gga
l5
i can’t never switch on, huh
f-cked her with that n-gga, huh
man, you know i’m rockin’—

[chorus: l5]
i can’t never switch on gang, f-cked her with that n-gga phew
and, b-tch, i can’t switch my religion, in the booth, i’m rockin’ trues
wanna play like he got dropped, boy, when you slide, hang out the roof
7.62 sling out the drac’, you get caught, your ass through
it’s me and ben verse all these n-ggas, swear to god i don’t give no f-ck
yeah, it get cold and i got racks, so, n-gga, you know i had to cuff
you dumb as f-ck for payin’ for drops, you not gon’ spin, boy, try your luck
i’m so glad i’m seein’ racks, ’cause sh-t was startin’ to get rough

[verse 1: l5]
sh-t was startin’ to get wicked
spin an opp drop so many f-ckin’ times, them n-ggas dizzy
you bought a box and threw that b-tch up on your glock, so how you missin’?
all these b-tches in my ear, yeah, they mad ’cause i’m ain’t trickin’
all these n-ggas on my d-ck, get the f-ck up off my body
lil’ b-tch been suckin’ d-ck, free ho top me in the lobby
n-ggas talkin’ ’bout a deal, give no f-ck, i’m still poppin’
and i’m slidin’ on this b-tch, i rock out like a-rocky
n-gga switched on his kind, oh, that p-ssy not real
and we smokin’ on lil, huh, n-ggas know who caught that k!ll
b-tch, i pop out with lil deko, he can’t wait to pop the seal
free j5, ayy, f-ck that boy, down the road, his ass a meal
bad-ass like michael jackson, big bro got racks, but still trappin’
doo-doo-doo when i’m off addy, his mouth gone, that switch be clappin’
n-gga got me in my mood
n-gga came still af, i step, i might pop out givenchy shoes
swear you got that lil’ ho in a blitz, she sent our brother nudes
p-ssy boy, i’m never lyin’, creep out the cut, yeah, b-tch, you dyin’
he diss lil hot, his ass flyin’
[chorus: l5]
i can’t never switch on gang, f-cked her with that n-gga phew
and, b-tch, i can’t switch my religion, in the booth, i’m rockin’ trues
wanna play like he got dropped, boy, when you slide, hang out the roof
7.62 sling out the drac’, you get caught, your ass through
it’s me and ben verse all these n-ggas, swear to god i don’t give no f-ck
yeah, it get cold and i got racks, so, n-gga, you know i had to cuff
you dumb as f-ck for payin’ for drops, you not gon’ spin, boy, try your luck
i’m so glad i’m seein’ racks, ’cause sh-t was startin’ to get rough

[verse 2: lil rae]
sh-t was startin’ to get real, sh-t was startin’ to get a lil’ tragic
we was lit before the deal, these n-ggas talkin’ ’bout smoke, let ’em have it
f-ck n-gga makin’ a diss while i’m out the roof ’cause these beat motherf-ckers be clappin’
i’m on whatever he on, don’t play with kente, i’m screamin’, “what the f-ck is a tragic?”
i got racks inside my pocket glitchin’ and i’m laid up with a baddy
heard them racks he postin’ counterfeit, i guess lil’ buddy ain’t havin’
smoke chaser, yeah, that’s me
you better put you a box on the back of that glock, gotta have you a switch with me
got thirty shots, godd-mn, plus thirty shots, b-tch, i’m with baby 3
i hit the b-tch, then say she gotta go, lil’ ho can’t stay with me
lil’ ho can’t spend the night, he outta line, let’s get him right
glock 23 with the glow sights
me and lil ky poured a four in our sprites, on god

- l5 rapper

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