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letra de ​li twan - lazer dim 700

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[intro]
f-ck
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck

[verse]
now you wanna text, you type like lil’ twin
i don’t got no f-ckin’ munyun, i got a gen
you troll me, i’m not entertained, that’s the end
come to minute store, f-ck is you sayin’?
told to spin, he talkin’ ’bout “it depends”
fine sh-t peep, how she buzzing me in
call the hotbox, let my cuz and them in
lil’ twin mad as-f-ck, he got a ugly lil’ friend
n-gga tapping it now, lil’ buddy, we win
n-gga think i’m broke down, just the begin
let me hit the zaza, let me see twin
i come from the country, we selling pecans
i run into some fine sh-t every weekend
“how you get your hair like that?”, n-gga, these free-forms
hit a lil’ za’, lil’ za’ got me reborn
still f-ck fine sh-t, don’t even need trojans
bl!cked in the uber, a young n-gga armed
late for the meet, i ain’t set my alarm
minute store trap spot, this sh-t like a weed farm
fine sh-t don’t want me to skate, she like, “where you going?”
keep dropping hot sh-t, i’m already knowin’
n-gga tie down lil’ twin, we already won
my shows gon’ being going crazy, my shirt gon’ get torn
you said you had me a bl!ck, could’ve sworn
12 keep on gettin’ in my way, what they doin’?
man tryna get me munyun, i ain’t goin’
everybody got a blunt, everybody blowin’
everybody got a fire, everybody armed
i don’t even think i’m there, i’m already knowin’
go to my mom house, eat some corn
twenty-one and up, let me come to your dorm
i don’t even feel like goin’ up, i’m just goin’
start a moshpit in the crowd, it’s a storm
come to field, n-gga, come to the farm
i think this the real, when this sh-t got me real geeked
touchin’ on my arm, let the fine sh-t feel me
pick up the front, where your partner hit a wheelie
roll me some za’, finna’ drop that triller
you tell them what you do, you not getting realer
visit the store, you see h-lla young n-ggas
i’m kinda’ popular, i’m not tryna post out
they ain’t even know who i was, but they know now
n-gga clout-chasin’ my name when he post now
i ain’t know my clip was halfway, add more rounds
n-gga want me to help make plays, need four pounds
sometimes i gotta see his face, i joke around
lil’ twin dropped, i’m tapped in with yo’ sound
switch up my lo’, i be changing the trap around
bl!ckin’ around, when you talk, you cap down
n-gga ain’t even have to ask, i pay him out
i f-ck with the new gen5, this a black nine
you’ve should’ve told me to pop out, i done sat down
12 really be scared for real, don’t back down
“what kind of hoodie you wearin’?”, this the black kind
i don’t know sh-t, you know i got a bad mind
i ain’t go to sleep, i ordered me a hash-brown
hit me some za in that triller like last time
last pack i done ran through it
n-gga went up and lil’ twins knew it
[outro]
f-ck
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck

- lazer dim 700

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