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letra de know freestyle - lazer dim 700

[intro]
real trap sh-t
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck
uh-uh

[verse]
sippin’ on drank got me wobblin’, yeah
catch a big brain, she got a bobblehead
middle of the hood, takin’ f-ckin’ meds
i wake up with these straps in my f-ckin’ bed
run a n-gga down for his sh-t, he gotta run away
p-ssy n-ggas fishy f-ckin’ greedy, he a f-ckin’ fake
make it rain in that f-ckin’ b-tch, gotta break the bank
shoot a n-gga if he tryna take, what the f-ck he think?
turn a n-gga brain to lasagna, bust his f-ckin’ brain
p-ssy n-gga lookin’ for lil’ lazer with the f-ckin’ gang
or probably f-ckin’ on your b-tch (your b-tch)
or probably countin’ this sh-t (sh-t)
and i still trap that b-tch out on a rainy day
this the drank in my f-ckin’ stomach, i ain’t gainin’ weight
parched-ass blunt, what the f-ck? throw the blunt away
what the f-ck you think i’m finna pay for a pint of drank?
catch you with autumn, we slime out your whole gang
i don’t supposed to be drivin’, i’m still on the freeway
pull up surprisin’ just like it’s your b-day
need to free lil’ bruh, then we pop sh-t on three-way
n-ggas sendin’ smoke up and they duckin’ and sh-t
they done let the gang in, we got sticks in that b-tch
all on drugs, i’m on all this sh-t (all of these drugs)
n-ggas be hoes, these n-ggas ain’t on sh-t (n-ggas be hoes)
too many hoes, these b-tches get flipped
pull up and f-ck on your b-tch, then i dip, yeah
we pull up and air the block out, yeah
we pull up and air your sh-t out
dripped the f-ck out, can’t pr-nounce what i wear
two different za, blow this sh-t in the air
yeah, two different hoes, that’s a pair
yeah, i’m poppin’ out, got awareness
ballin’, fire hot like a furnace, yeah
keep the b-tch goin’, it be runnin’, yeah
50-round in my backpack, yeah
n-ggas can’t come to my block, no
any little ho gotta f-ck, lil’ bro
on the stage, hand me that mic, my trophy
n-gga pull up, tryna spike my motion
finesse god, i been workin’ my other one
breakin’ in, i been with my lil’ brother
perc’ 10, they gon’ ask you want one
geek fiends on my block, they just get high
n-gga might try to rob my plug, i gotta walk ’em out
whole gang on these motherf-ckin’ drugs
dripped the f-ck like i just walked through a puddle
shoot through that crowd, better get out that huddle
b-tches gon’ f-ck ’cause my neck full of water
air your sh-t out, we pull up with these cutters, yeah, yeah
i’m smokin’ on motherf-ckin’ za, yeah
i’m smokin’ that motherf-ckin’ za
man, this stuff lit, i can’t give up that drop
five percent tint, f-ck that ho at a park
straight to the trench, i get back to that block
beat down her block, my speakers gon’ knock
f-ck, f-ck

- lazer dim 700

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