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letra de terror - lazer dim 700

[intro]
(haha)
f-ck, sh-t

[verse 1]
i’m in sin city wit’ bl!cks, i really wanna’ rock out
i jus’ got off from ‘dem folks, so i can’t even pop out
f-ck me sum’, i get it goin’, they can’t leave me ‘lone
top villain get his head blown, got accuracy with this chrome
8890s, i won’t even play, mystery get him whacked (700)
see a opp walk through the field, lil’ boy you can’t even lack
talking ’bout you, want smoke with fast?
i pop out in black, lil’ gang ready to do it, i can’t hold them back
s5 never lack
keep a f-cking 30 in my gap
cause a f-cking disaster, with lil’ fast and some wh0res
n-ggas think they iron man, lil flame’ turn them to door
i can’t even lack
pop out, f-cking black
s5 keep a strap
n-ggas don’t want that
flip yo’ fin-fin, everyday i sin
gotta f-ckin’ drop on a opp, fast get him whacked
they stuffin’ bags inside the trap, i rush inside the back
you can’t run from fast, red tips catch yo’ f-cking back
mystery wit’ this gap, i can’t lie, i’m a bad man
n-ggas terrified when it smoke, walk down on yo’ twin
you ain’t even have yo’ bl!ck ready to [?], f-ckin’ face
i got h-lla guns, which trip do i want to rock today?
[bridge]
rocking off-white shoes, put yo’ glizzy up, we run up pape’
get that lil’ boy dimples, put a hole inside that lil’ boy face
we gon’ catch you late’, unexpected, 90 shooter disaster
i been on too much of that dirty drank, i got a bad bladder

[verse 2]
lil bro cap as f-ck, you ain’t even did sh-t, you ain’t even talk ’bout none’
on the f-cking heist, i don’t need no mask, i just f-cking run
b-tch i’m bl!cked up, red .9, you ain’t even wanna shoot
you want smoke wit’ fast? that boy nervous, he really gotta’ p–p
call me down bad, i was leanin’ on that dirty juice
i got fox five sticks, keep me out the mix
got a .5, it’s a dirty bl!ck, ran up green sh-t
lil 7000, i be high as sh-t, you let me in yo’ whip
now you high, i got dirty glocks, keep a f-cking knot
you ain’t even ready to dump that fye on war, so why you got a glock?
n-ggas don’t want smoke wit’ reaps, n-ggas don’t want smoke wit’ fast
jump out, blast
but you demand it, put these high-lows in yo’ ass
got a 60′ in the f-cking trip, bl!cky’ on my hip
foreign b-tch wanna give me lip’, in a horseshoe, with ‘dem trips
smoking th-rnts out the f-cking zip, lil’ gang on me, red .9
ready to run you down, lil boy better not get caught out of bounds
556, red tips, high-lows eat your sh-t
.762 stuffed in curvy clips, i’m trynna get roddy ricch
lil 7000 draw down mystery, where the f-ck they got his whip?
lil 7000, i can’t cool down, i got the bricks hot
you ain’t even want the smoke with fast for real, we brought them bl!cks out
bent the f-ckin’ corner, lil bro ain’t no villain, he b-tched out
f-ck the middleman, i want the kingpin
[outro]
f-ck, sh-t

- lazer dim 700

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