letra de evil curse - lazer dim 700
[intro]
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck
[verse]
got me some green but i ain’t go to the doctor
chop sh-t down like the bl!ck helicopter
they ain’t expect to see lil’ lazer, this a popup
tried to rush and f-ck the ho, the b-tch got knocked up
everybody bl!cked in this b-tch, this a hot truck
i hit for solo, twin did hit, i got luck
duck out the stolo, gotta let the garage up
everybody chillin’, why the f-ck you act hard for?
i smoke ‘fore i eat, i gotta starve first
addicted to za’, i think i’m on a curse
n-gga want open, pay for the verse
f-ck n-gga croakin’, i’m chargin’ for my words
everybody bl!cked, sh-t start a f-ckin’ purge
bl!ck in my hand, what i’ma do wit’ it in her purse?
three shot shooter, i walk down wit’ a burst
everybody wanna be crazy, a evil curse
i’m sick sl!ck, i sl!ck need a nurse
you ain’t smell sh-t, you can’t even search
boy ,you look like you goin’ to bed, big shirt
coppas get behind me, i’ll show ya’ footwork
i got the lo to the trap, i know how to get percs
think i’m lackin’ in this b-tch, get murked
i come from the trenches, i come from the dirt
they lock me in the store again i’ma take out the clerk
mini draco tucked up under my shirt
b-tch, you ain’t that, you a plate, you dessert
wish i had munyun to spread on my f-ckin’ arm
thought the sh-t was through i’ll slap you cross the head wit’ a hit
dead ass show, i’ll get this b-tch lit
zaza crush me but i ain’t put it out yet
everybody hit my dm like he drop hot sh-t
i’m still in a stolo, i’m still in some hot sh-t
you might not f-ck wit’ it, you not hip
i need a new extended, a glock clip
he think he gang ’cause he got dip
fake ass weed, i shouldn’t have shopped here
he better run the stop sign, don’t stop here
i look like a shadow, i got on that black sh-t
real trench boy, you might not never see me in saks fifth
come to the hood n-gga, come to the bat cave
downtown junkie tried to pull on my door
when i touch munyun, i put on my folks
f-ck boy don’t pull on my jacket, let me go
i stock up the freezer and sweep up the sunoco
the finest hoes be the ones wit’ no brain
any amount of money they give me, i won’t change
you addicted to my music like crack, like cocaine
everybody wasn’t born to be that, that’s no shame
fine sh-t goin’ way back before fame
start this b-tch up wit’ a b-tton
ain’t no waitin’ on a l!ck, i be rushin’
boy you ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh-t, boy you ain’t nothin’
oh, oh, now i’m trippin’, oh now i’m buggin’
sh-t get stunnin’ when the d-mn fye done dumped out
fifty cash, comin’ in, comin’ in
[outro]
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck
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