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letra de deadout - lazer dim 700 & goxan

[verse]
bl!ck in my hand in a deadout now
let me get some [?] lil’ twin tapping him down
sit back in the car, we got rounds
seven joker, we dressed like some clowns
pop out on me, fye gon’ make different sounds
make the boy sit down, you ain’t runnin’ outta town
bl!cked up with a bl!ck i done found
chop shop, [?]
fine sh-t say she f-ck with my sound
got some sh-t hot, you done let me inside it
put you to sleep, you think you gon’ rob me?
i can’t do no jam
zaza in my blunt, hit l!cks, run out the front, nope, the back
oh, you hyena? i wanna see you attack
hollows stuffed in the clip to the max
you capped in yo’ song, you ain’t speaking no facts
run off in yo’ face while you turning yo’ back
these n-ggas be hoes tryna go tit for tat
got lil’ gang in the jam and he snacked up on snacks
do the show, get the get back in, run in the back, finna be right back
every time he save up, we catch him, he lack
i had it for him twin, them bodies like crack
hot shots got you duckin’ yo’ hat
call of duty perks, i got ’em attached
boy, you a big perv’, know i grabbed the racks
walk down on me, b-tch, you meeting yo’ match
in the dead end smokin’ blunts with the bats
i ain’t on sh-t i just want me some racks
you ain’t on sh-t, n-gga, what is the catch?
this on the gang, [?] you be next
come to my hood, take yo’ pint if you ain’t pouring me up
real roadrunner on rats
she told me the real, she want me for s-x
they book me for show, on the stage, i’ma sweat
think that’s yo’ big homie, they treatin’ you like pets
zaza blunts, glock poke out my sweats
put down the fye, beat that boy ass
lil’ ass arms, t-rex
sn-tch his zip, he gotta be havin’
in the dead out, b-tch, i’m smoking on cabbage
walk down on me, b-tch, i’m letting you have it
shoot the fye, b-tch, i feel like a maverick
take that boy fye ’cause he thought he was savage
they ain’t let me in, i’m filling my baggage
wagwan, n-gga, what the f-ck happened?
sit back in the whip, we ain’t lackin’
fishtail the whip the brakes be dragging
sensation when you shoot with lil’ fast
fine sh-t get to trippin’, she naggin’
we start wit’ gang now we dancin’, we braggin’
couldn’t even run ’cause the lil’ boy was saggin’
boy, you a b-tch tryna behold yo’ passion
thought i was posted, i’m silding a wagon
hot sh-t, i be spittin’ like a dragon
i put in my order, that zaza be taxin’
slime that boy out, that boy tried to tax me
bet not f-ck up on the l!cks with lil’ fast
f-ck

- lazer dim 700 goxan

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