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letra de 1673 - lazer dim 700

[intro]
f-ck going on

[verse]
show you how violent this sh-t get in the trench
serve with three fives i walk off in this b-tch
i be drippin’ and sh-t now my partner gon’ drip
we gon’ run up on ’em, creep on ’em with a mask
take this too far for the gang they might need me
roll a backwood this sh-t throwin’
[?] grenades they bombin’
arp take off his limb
dislocate that boy shoulder, pull off his arm
guns in my hood man it’s armed robberies
we walkin’ on dead bodies
i take these drugs and i turn to a zombie
no gambling in my hood you get booked for your money
n-gga shoot twin for that rat sh-t
twin hit the pill we be gambling
pick up the drugs i be stumbling
f-ck n-gga think i be mumbling
f-ck n-gga think i be tripping, i just be geeking
who want smoke with the gang, that boy leave you deceased
i won’t beef with my son, leave this sh-t in the streets
i got guns on my hands, fingerprints on my heat
leave no witness, we do this sh-t neat
check my collar, i’m in this b-tch filled with freaks
better have fire when you get on them feets
flex my song we gon’ [?] on “a bando”
pullup on my watch play h-ll [?]
i can’t draw no [?] it’s a lot of money
n-gga talking bullsh-t like he ate something funny
dollar sign on my face fell in love with money
snapped his gun off his waist he ain’t see it coming
i get busy and f-ck with these drugs inside me
take these perc’s to your head they gon’ beat your body
b-tch got a big head like she [?]
run up to the gang wrong time you sasquatchin’
cl!ck my red dot on, put it on your nog
ain’t no drug flowin’ around sh-t dry
n-gga f-ck what you got, they gon’ take it out your pocket
put the sh-t on i want, show off my profit
i’m used to clutching drums and extended clips
f-cking two ho’s i be ending ho’s friendship
f-ck boy don’t come out, these f-ck n-ggas would’ve been in a clip
run in the streets stealin’ call it gta sh-t
p-ssy won’t slide for his gang get a six man
i don’t trust a b-tch if she say she got a best friend
p-ssy think his head is troll, teach that boy a lesson then
bust a boy and pop him out with that fire pan
telescope i’m talking here about some rubber bands
my b-roll won’t stay i need some rubber bands
n-gga soft as f-ck mad at a tissue brand
save everything i got big e-bag
get the f-ck out my face why you acting mad
got this gun up on my hip like a country dad
caught down bad, treat you like punching bag
got the mask, then i switch to another mask
only gang sh-t we be on

- lazer dim 700

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