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letra de malc - lazer dim 700

[intro]
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck
ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
i got lil’ goxan, i got lil’ goxan, i got lil’ goxan on this motherf-cker
f-ck, f-ck
ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out

[verse]
every time i duck, my glizzy, gotta fire it
come to my block, you sit down, you hear ’em them sirens
i got that fire, i don’t need no one right beside me
met with lil’ flame, i sound like a code red
come to my show, everybody bombardin’
when i shoot back, it gon’ sound like i’m arguin’
i’m the one that got on that list, i done charted
open that ziploc bag, zipped me, done farted
sh-t in my bl!ck, hit yo’ dreads, it be carbon
i’m in the trench, i don’t even act like no artist
got out that jam with that fire, it bе parted
you want smoke with the gang, gamе done started
glock clips, i keep clippin’ it with jam
i just might pop sh-t, might pull out my scram
airbnb got rules, i don’t give a d-mn
come to the trap, it be open like clams
minigun, i got a chop, it go ham
black pants, i might just pop out and slide
i ain’t even answer twin, i know he gon’ ride
told my connect, “when i touch down, i’ma tap in”
jokin’ at you, i be hidin’ from batman
f-ck n-gga [?], he went pac-man
you think you still got your way, that was back then
they tryna search [?] slap in
micro drac’ and it spray ’round if you [?]
stick it up [?], these ain’t tight pants
flashlight on the fire, it got some brightness
stick in the nighttime, my fire got some night vision
i ain’t sayin’ nuthin’, i walked in, i went right with it
fire got some push, when you shoot, you gotta fight with it
i could put racks in my pants, but they tight fitted
dark crush with the za’, sh-t had me light-headed
heat .45 and it came with a sight with it
this ain’t my fire, so i can’t even ride with it
talkin’ up when i ain’t have no where to sleep
talk with lil’ twin, he the slimest in the team
this ain’t my smoke, i wasn’t tryna intervene
we need that za’, man, lil’ gang tryna fiend
every day in my hood, sh-t halloween
you the same color of that za’, n-gga, green
i put on black, i just do this sh-t weekly
n-gga don’t f-ck with me for real, i can peep it
you ain’t gon’ step, you just keepin’ it a secret
ain’t n0body got my number, can’t n0body leak it
back then, it was your time, now it’s my season
fire got some push, i didn’t know how to treat it
n-gga gettin’ put on a plate, get to eat it
everything i say to fine sh-t, she repeat it
come to my block just to have us a meetin’
fake-ass purp, why you act like i need it?
[outro]
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck

- lazer dim 700

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