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letra de ya head - lagloinski

[intro: lagloinski]
yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah)
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yeah (yeah)

[verse 1: lagloinski]
i know you see me
make the spot hot, d-mn it’s steamy
on your block like i’m graffiti
diamonds wet call it some seaweed
big clips look like zucchini
make you disappear ”houdini”
don’t need a mask, you know who did it
that ain’t my b-tch we don’t got no pictures
[verse 2: bando]
i don’t f-ck with no opp b-tches or goofy n-ggas
i hang with them k!llers, know they’ll drill ya’ cause they ruthless n-gga. (yeah)
and i don’t be cuffing sh-t, i be sending n-ggas
i might set a n-gga up, once it’s up it’s stuck
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas
f-ck them n-ggas (yeah)
catch them lacking, b-tch we shooting up them n-ggas (yeah)
i got them rackades, b-tch i’m f-cking up the system (yeah)
i’m with the winning team we going up like missiles
i ain’t with nun of the rap cap we pulling up on b-tches (yeah)

[verse 2: lagloinski]
(yeah) i do what i want, i just don’t care
i’m in your city might run for the mayor
pull up to your party might shoot in the air
y’all n-ggas some clowns, your hood is a fair
b-tch i’m a dog but i don’t leave no trails
this a revolver, don’t leave no sh-lls
opps in the air, i’m like “d-mn who yelling?”
i play with the bricks now i call this sh-t “jenga”
i’m feeling real trippy but this ain’t ‘topenga’
i can’t miss your head i got me a laser
bands on your head, it’s a fundraiser

[verse 3: bando]
we put them bands on your head, and pull up to your block
we got glocks with extendos
and we shooting sh-t up, they don’t know who did it lil b-tch
cause we tinted our windows
i’m with laglo’in you know i ain’t going
we step in the spot, they know we important
pockets on fat, pockets on ‘norbit’
she think i’m her world, she want me orbit
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[verse4: lagloinski]
(yeah) f-ck ‘norbit’ pockets on ‘rasputia’
i’m a really speed demon, 12 can’t f-ck with me i lose them
in these brand new amiri jeans, your b-tch like how i maneuver
we got beef in these streets, d-mn it smell like some manure
in the stu’ sauced as f-ck, chicken flavored ramen noodles
and my b-tch bad as f-ck she a dream like martin luther

- lagloinski

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