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letra de rep up - lazer dim 700

[intro]
in a dead end, n-gga, come to the field
n-gga ‘give a f-ck how many people you k!lled
take me to war, boy, i got shooting sk!ll
guns and weed all sit in the back
sh-t getting hectic, can’t dare me to lack
get the v’ ready, we grab all the racks
gen-5 on me if a plug try to tax
you ain’t did sh-t, boy, you know you gon’ rat-

[verse]
n-gga name don’t hold no weight
i’m looking for tec-9, but i got drac’
blacked out mask, i got african face
how many bags to get rich do it take?
how many l!cks just to get you some stain?
i’m with some n-ggas, really rip off your chain
[?], practicing aim
got caught down bad, n-gga shooting behind
check my artillery, got guns off crimes
n-gga got za’, so i’m taking his pounds
outta town, n-gga can’t lack, got rounds
still in the trap when the sun go down
havin’ munyun, you got cap, be real
takе two pistols when i go on a stroll
take off his top, head shapеd like a bowl
fifty-six steppin’, and you know we got pole
pull up shootin’ sh-t like louieknows
freak ass cuban tryna come out her clothes
think sh-t skittle, that boy get exposed
n-gga be [?]
n-ggas be hoes, be talking in code
come to the dead and you splat, that’s on soul
[?]
pass me the fye, if you know you ain’ gon’ blow
i don’t need a voucher, i know i’m on go
[?]
pass me the fye, we got four sets of dough
really, my enemies really be hoes
made the hood hot, man, it used to be cold
oldhead gave me a dub and i scored
jumped out the v’, let the glizzy unload
we really step on a young n-gga toes
take that boy down if his v.v.’s on froze
got the drank with me in town, lil’ bro
i don’t even got hunnid round no more
slumped is how they just found lil’ bro
i’m really heavy on rounds, lil’ bro
they don’t wanna see me in town no more
only glocks and drac’s equipped
neiman marcus where i shop my gear
n-ggas be hoes, these n-ggas be [?]
wearing big clothes, these n-ggas be weird
glock-nine’ hit his face, take off his beard
[?], i be f-ckin’ on wheels
in a dead end, n-gga, come to the field
n-gga ‘give a f-ck how many people you k!lled
take me to war, boy, i got shooting sk!ll
guns and weed all sit in the back
sh-t getting hectic, can’t dare me to lack
get the v’ ready, we grab all the racks
gen-5 on me if a plug try to tax
you ain’t did sh-t, boy, you know you gon’ rat
cali weed touchdown, sh-t got me smacked
boy, you a b-tch, just give me yo’ gat
n-gga can’t [?], ain’t shooting back

- lazer dim 700

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