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letra de life of top villan reaper - lazer dim 700

[intro]
f-ck

[verse]
n-gga got za in the spot right now
n-gga got drank in the spot right now
n-gga fake crazy, we walkin’ him down
better have a bl!ck when you walkin’ around
crazy ass 808s knockin’ me down
fast gang trendy, the talk of the town
graduated from the trap, trappin’ them gowns
come to yo’ hood, i might come to yo’ town
i got a bl!ck on me, i’m out of bounds
step out the whip and it smell just like pounds
deleted my voice on a l!ck, ain’t no sound
fitted snapback on my head like a crown
come to my hood, boy you way out of bounds
how the f-ck you find my lil’ ass town?
think i ain’t got it, i’m draco’d down
still be travellin’, i’m in clayco now
bump down on him, he had pesos wow
stackin’ my chips, stack my legos now
i got the bl!ck when i’m walkin’ around
take off yo’ face if that boy try to frown
i ain’t no middle man, you find the account
a million or more i’ll sign a amount
look at that boy, what he lyin’ ’bout now?
i got some sh-t make a lion turn ’round
lil’ bitty fye makin’ firework sounds
.223’s leave you lyin’ around
take some free game, man that n-gga on crack
i got my gat, know i sit in the back
fishtail the whip, the tires done scratched
you gotta control it, don’t let it shake back
i seen yo’ drip, i know you got racks
you can’t even hide it, we get inside it
hold the door open i run out smilin’
these sweet l!cks, we ain’t pullin’ no robberies
lil’ buddy a hot, think he feel like he bobby
the temperature droppin’, my nose gettin’ snotty
come on this l!ck, i’m finna see if you ’bout it
ain’t gotta question, n-gga knowin’ we solid
no munyun, got sh-t in my wallet
but i make sure i get high, that sh-t there a crime
bl!ck in my hand, you can tell i ain’t lyin’
i was slumped in the back ’til they bumped on the ground
come to my hood, i got a pint and a nine
these n-ggas trim tryna run stop signs
get up put the bl!ck inside of my body
life of a top villan reaper
sh-t f-cked up, gotta text my people
n-ggas don’t know who they f-ckin’ wit’
they f-ckin’ with them reapers
f-ck
told lil’ buddy stay off them pills, he finna pass out
let some fine sh-t post up with the fye, that fast gang mascot
drop the dot, we finna spin, now you tryna go in
not comin’ back outside, might sit outside yo’ house
downtown wit’ my bl!ck in my garment
we can punch it out, make this sh-t harmless
caught a n-gga down bad, he said “darn it”
oh you havin’ purple drank, havin’ barney
bump down on you and i’m takin’ yo’ pharmacy
antic-p-ted on the l!ck, you ain’t wanna eat
rich as f-ck the only thing that i wanna be
tryna slime me out and my bl!cky up under me
tryna bite the drip? it can only be one of me
you hit the wrong target ’cause you really ain’t want the beef
f-ck

- lazer dim 700

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