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letra de pints - lazer dim 700

[intro]
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck
ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out

[verse]
these n-ggas ain’t playin’ with these guns
these n-ggas ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
i come on they block, spin a ton
these f-ck boys, know they gon’ run
i’m havin’ that drink in my cup
i catch me a opp on the drugs, it’s plugged
i’m rollin’ me a blunt right now, what the f-ck? uh, uh
you call timeout when the smoke get real
we call a airstrike, my partner on a k!ll streak
every time i come, i been had to walk away
she say i be f-ckin’ with her energy
i just re-up real quick, anniversary
i’m havin’ a dirty cup, i’m havin’ a dirty drink
i’m peepin’ my old ho ’cause the b-tch thirty-three
pull out your soul when the man got bl!ck with him
twin got hundred-round drum in thе party
i advise you to stick with him
get the pack off likе pr-nto
shoot me a music video and an interview
any pack so easy to get off
‘fore you do anything, check in with the big dog
posin’ like hoes, these n-ggas havin’ drip offs
put on my drip, ain’t even rip the tag on
12 hit the lights, sometimes i might smash off
how you scared of heights, but you takin’ pills?
i’m in apartment with a bl!ck for real
n-gga drop a diss, he get popped ‘fore his dream fulfilled
drop the mag quick, switch it out in the drill
switchin’ out my black pants, got a full pair
made the ho batman, pull on her hair
n-gga drop a track, gettin’ spinned, that’s your wishes
my hood like a gun range, we really shoot bl!cky
this ho just tried me, this b-tch tried to charge me
this ho just tried me, this b-tch tried to charge me
roll me, i’ll aim .40 up to his face
i got hoes from new york to la
n-ggas get stepped on, man, get out the way
big arp, it’ll blow out your face
i don’t even know how many drugs i’m on a day
if i don’t sleep in a box, sh-t my get spent
i don’t even know if you can mix the drink with the pill
tip-toe up through your grass in silence
n-gga lift up your garage, we rob it
f-ck boy ain’t gettin’ high than me, he the co-pilot
a new ho move to the hood, her spot, we gon’ trap out it
n-gga, better not come to my block, we run laps ’round you
12 don’t even come through this block, we ran laps ’round ’em
n-gga hit me up, talkin’ ’bout his phone tapped
why the f-ck would you even text me that?
[outro]
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck
ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out

- lazer dim 700

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