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letra de yu bitin - lazer dim 700

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

[verse]
we in the dark don’t f-ckin’ grab me
hurry up and pass the weed smoke session
that sh-t some 4 feet, this ain’t no pressure
first time you shop wit’ me, n-gga i’ma bless you
20 off 3.5, n-gga ass blessry
get the police off me, the hood like lester
b-tch ain’t dm me back, aight no pressure
fake poppin’ sh-t online, you capped out
n-gga rappin’ ‘bout they f-ckin’ cap life
a jacket just pull out machete in the trenches
told twin “hurry up and serve me, i’m fiending”
spin up yo’ whip, got that muhf-cka leanin’
smoke the blunt wax comin’ out, it creamin’
fightin’ the real, you- you talkin’ ‘bout you fightin’ demons
old head havin’ fake golds and sh-t cheesin’
told my partna’ “bring the drugs, really need it”
shoot the fye pick up the slugs, i won’t leave it
bih’ suckin’ on her thumb, must be t–thin’
still come pick up my package in the hood
i’m a lil’ rich, i still might jump out the woods
fake clutchin’, might as well run away
sunny day, i’m outside with the drac
ain’t gon’ cap, i need lil’ goxan 808
this the real one when i run out, my play await
bags on telegram, sh-t same day
playin’ in yo’ hood, yo’ name don’t hold weight
back out this b-tch, i done ran up like 8
bands, i got this sh-t in my pant
f-ck n-gga reachin’ ‘round, shoot his hand
my lil’ partna’ want the k!ll, he runnin’ in
i don’t use my scope, it’s too advanced
n-gga jump the gate, i don’t use my hands
swiss cheese if you owe lil’ buddy money
shoot ya’ shirt, this sh-t rip through ya’ stomach
i’m alert, i’m on beat, watch for gunmen
swift hoes in my hood f-ck for some money
not no orbis gun, you will get nerf
‘fore he get ‘round real n-ggas he rehe-rs-
n-gga better stand down, slappin’ you down
lil’ buddy brought the drank, look at the time
midnight we still clutchin’ on iron
kicked out the store, i start to shoot the b-tch down
i don’t think ‘bout sh-t, i got loot on my mind
f-ck n-gga who you runnin’ wit’ spinned too
hang up on a hoe, i can’t vent to you
kick a n-gga door, wit’ my tennis shoe
pick the stick up, get it out the floor
za goin’ for that high and that low
ain’t no shrooms over here, that’s that other door
f-ck, f-ck

- lazer dim 700

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