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letra de xylofone - lazer dim 700

[intro]
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck
i know you mad at yo’-

[verse]
i know you mad at yo’ self ’cause you can’t f-ck wit’ me
i ain’t gon’ tax you for these zips, these zips a buck fifty
how the f-ck i end up over here?
strapped down in this b-tch like navy seals
racks can’t go down here
when i hit that drank, i change it up (okay, i got the video, i got the video)
that’s how a line feel
think you goin’ insane, you pull up
get yo’ mind spilled
i just hit that bank get plenty bucks
i ain’t got time to chill
walk in get my drip, they tried to scam me
i ain’t gon’ ship from stockx
b-tch keep sendin’ me screenshots of these messages
i don’t even know nun’ ’bout that
i’ll show you thе drip, show you the recipe
you still wouldn’t know nun’ ’bout that
know i been c-ckеd my gun last year
i ain’t even really gotta c-ck back
you want za, they point you to the right place
they know right where the shop at
fine sh-t see my phone unlocked i hurry up and lock that
pillow talkin’ down just to get you some play
lil’ twin, you need to stop that
i don’t be knowin’, i don’t know what to say
when you ask what’s my hobby
n-gga know they come ’round the way
this sh-t like a gta lobby
i don’t even drank, i hit that liq, i’m tryna catch the vibe
this lil’ lazer, i got sticks, you bet’ not f-ckin’ try it
the sun comin’ up, i don’t give no f-ck, b-tch we still outside
better watch out, you get finessed lil’ twin a con artist
i ain’t even wig out, tried my best, i ain’t even tried my hardest
air my clip out it make a mess, i ain’t even doin’ no artin’
i was just chillin’, i ain’t even pop out, i ain’t wanna go to the party
bring out all my guns tryna see which one gon’ go the farthest
i might break her heart, won’t tell her sorry but she know i’m sorry
this a regular whip but when i slide by you’ll think this a rari
swipe the plug down after i shop, depend on what he chargin’
you draw down get hit wit’ glock, that sh-t gon’ leave you startled
all these fine sh-t, all these hoes goin’
i got torch, i got flamethrower, this bih’ here blowin’
bet’ not sleep ’round me, you gettin’ pranked especially if you snorin’
they talkin’ ’bout they lesbians, i feel like the president
we might push up just like mexicans, we be on they residence
sh-t get sticky in that trench all the time, sh-t like porcupine
i just fake it, act like i’m blind but i see the signs
what yo’ vibe, what yo’ vibe is?
[outro]
(okay, i got the video, i got the video)
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck

- lazer dim 700

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