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letra de cannon ball - lazer dim 700

[intro]
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck
oh!
lock the door!
why y’all fu-, why the f-ck y’all got the window open anyway

[verse]
late night mosquito come through my window
n-gga have a strap where the h-ll you get that kind of gun
this kind of feeling hit the za how you bite in arm
start a group chat met lil’ twin he tryna buy his gun
then i fill up twin [?] with a stink bomb
glock in my hand while i’m filling my tank up
n-gga take this naughty f-cking drug n-gga he think he tough
did pushups for a week now he think he buff
pull up six by for a week it gone’ get ugly
partner got off on a plate n-gga doing the dougie
i ain’t even gotta show my face b-tch wanna f-ck me
twin got my brother entrenched free my [?]
n-gga can’t f-ck with my gang sh-t get treacherous
how the f-ck a n-gga fit the shirt he got a beer belly
spent a hundred-thousand on my neck got my ear jealous
stole the b-tch whip for an hour, i sure wrecked it
these n-gga croppin’ they hoodies they got lil’ jackets
send it to my pop in the dead and got backhand
still in the trench, i don’t go no rat friends
how many times you gone push with that strap on you
but now he showed me your stick it’s on safety
n-gga ain’t really blowin’ his gun i might take it
lil’ bit this glock lil’ f-ck like a .380
broke down the whip, spent this sh-t with the rest of it
walkin’ in the trench with your head down better look up
n-gga talkin’ bout he want 10 gram, pull up
you gone see lil’ bro, i’m posted at this mini-store
they done made him game now but he been a ho’
n-gga smokin’ gas boy this ain’t texaco
get up out this sh-t i don’t want to hit no more
[?] in the trench you smelled was a tennis shoe
where the f-ck you get this tsa cannabis
slime the plug out he f-cked up this partnership
fruity-ass weed, smoking on turtle sh-t
get up in the woods n-gga spooked to come out here
anywhere i go in the hood got wifi
they done gone and went to slime out a nice guy
twelve follow me through the cut, he on ice now
shot the two one time then i switched up the price
old head broke as f-ck, f-ck your advice
slime anything on my block, even ice
pull up and trippin’, you motherf-cking wiggin’
geeked up on the drugs, make a decision
jumped off the roof i forgot to get parachute
pull up to the block, wiggin’ out boy i dare you to
you gone get whipped with that belt they embarrass you
spent too much on the watch, ain’t no karats on
they side keep skipping my play they bad business
n-gga jump on your lil’ niece now he drag racing
too many ammo got too many ammo
lie in the grass in all black not no camo
i could [?] how you stay, you holding it forever
two gen. 5’s they my everyday casual
twelve touch me on my way to the castle
get you with the gen i ain’t got time to rez you
[?] with my clothes ain’t no hassle
one handed with this za it gone tackle you
roll a blunt, make a trip in the bathroom
gave me too much time you needa do math problem
reach for this f-cking chain now you can’t reach for nun’
43x whip it out they might ease the gun
twin broke down he don’t know who the f-ck to shoot
[outro]
f-ck, f-ck
f-ck

- lazer dim 700

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