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letra de 90's - lazer dim 700

[intro]
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck (i’on play this f-ckin’, she come if she wanna hit)
ayy, i got lil’, i got lil’ goxan on this motherf-cker
i got lil’— i got lil’ goxan— i got lil’ goxan on, hm (f-ck)

[verse]
scr-pped out with these bl!cks, we got all this sh-t
that’s the ammo in my bookbag
take my plate out on these [?]
smokin’ zaza in the stolo
girl, i phone that ho, she want a photo
n-gga telling, that’s a no-no
bet i sn-tch out, flip yo’ whip, we leavin’
i’on know what type beat goxan been sendin’ me
countin’ sh-t up, it [?]
know she wanna f-ck, but she know a n-gga tender
chop sh-t down like i put it in a blender
catch you out late with no fight, you surrender
gotta get high before i eat dinner
havin’ road rage on the highway, better get out the way
chasin’ all that, put the glock in his face
f-ckin’ different hoes, i’on even know the races
mix from the past, there’s a time and a place
old ass beat, i don’t know what to say
goxan send the beats from back in the day
slide ’em a beat like i’m back in the 80s
we illegal but we smoke like la
in the back seat with a shiest’ on my face
lil’ buddy gotta eat with a glock by a plate
on the back screen, tryna catch another plate
i got a receipt, what i spent for your fade
got the receipt, what i spent for your squirly
soon as i get out, i’m drippin’, muddy
spill a n-gga brain, leave his t-shirt bl–dy
what the f-ck he think? he ain’t rich for nothin’
fall for the hoes, gotta meet my lil’ cousin
bl!cked up, me and my gang, buddy
run a n-gga sh-t up, put the tip in the garbage
open ’em up for my t–th, lil’ sparkly
n-gga act like n-gga do archery
fiendin’ for the fine, n-gga don’t want money
feign for the racks, i just ran up a hundred
n-gga call his hoes, yeah, d-ck in her spine
stay reppin’ on the cut, beat kinda runnin’
i hear a b-tch moanin’, the beat kinda funny
still gon’ f-ck, i ain’t give the ho no money
diff’ kinda hoes, i want alice in the wonderland
why the f-ck n-gga, i l!ck with no gun at?
n-gga pop sh-t, we gon’ make him do the running man
other time, still got tripped by my underwear
headin’ to block with a chop, no monitor
skin a n-gga top, he gon’ end up cutting hair
old ass beat, he should’ve never sent it
buddy got xan in his b-lls, got plenty
plug on the airbnb’s, we in it
fake out the drop on the vs, they runnin’
mind spread, pull on my sleeve, i’m denim
pull up, we jump out the whip, they handy
[?] real, you ain’t had it in a minute
all these fine sh-t really friendly
all these b-tches really friendly
pockets swole, got knots in it
watch the roll, we on your whip
sh-t got stole, it right over here
it finna get cold, you finna get a chill
and you on that opp sh-t
and you on that opp sh-t
hit you with a drop, b-tch
i just got my rocks up
and it’s with some fine sh-t
this blunt got my mind spinnin’
tryna find something round with this
in a black truck, riding ’round with blitz
[outro]
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck

- lazer dim 700

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