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letra de gil arenas - lazy3x

[intro]
(glocky) ayy, yeah
chang, go (playtime’s over)
yeah (yeah)
uh, uh, uh (i hate windxws), ayy
glocky (yeah)
yeah, yeah (mathiastyner), yeah, uh (chang)
uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah)

[verse]
i’m at the strap through the post and i f-ck it up
b-tch i’m in a hole, pour a fo’ in the double cup
b-tch, gimme that pole, n-gga, you is not toppin’ us
big lazy came with a lot, uh (a lot)
pull up and swerve out the lot (a-skrr!)
i just pulled up with a glock, uh (a-baow)
young n-gga trap, i whip in the pot
chop in my bag, and it came with a red dot
but these n-ggas flocks, then ain’t gettin’ no bags
i walk in the trap, i don’t look at the tags
i’m f-ckin’ that b-tch and i f-ck up her back
i’m f-ckin’ that b-tch, you ain’t gettin’ her back
i pour up the jag, you know who i am
these n-ggas, they g-y, and these rappers are f-gs
i f-ck up the bag and my pockets are fat
pull up with a k, pull up with a mag, uh (ha)
uh, ayy (huh?)
i got a bad b-tch, she want my line
got a big-ass wrist, can’t tell the time
and i’m with the sh-ts, i tote that .9
pull up with the gl!ck, get lit like a light
and no, i’m not g-y, but i’m strapped like a dyk-
i pull up and shoot a n-gga, we won’t fight
like f-ckin’ this dude, n-gga, we won’t type (uh-huh)
twitter-ass n-ggas on twitter fiendin’ (huh?)
and i say that i do it, i really mean it (yeah)
and i’m f-ckin’ that b-tch, she don’t know no english (chang)
and i’m ballin’ on n-ggas like alex english (ha)
and you strappin’ that raw, so shop at neeman’s
and you f-ckin’ that b-tch, but she barely feelin’ (ha)
and i’m switchin’ these lanes, better turn my blinkers (ha)
she like “big lazy, you so conceited” (yeah)
i put her on love, but i didn’t mean it (yeah)
and i got a choppa, shoot whole arenas (baow)
and a young n-gga ballin’ like gil arenas (fah)
and i got designer all on my sneakers (fah)
the heat on my side leave him burnt
get hit with the .9, now he in a he-rs-
that n-gga, he lie, now he in the dirt (glocky)
like foreign my whip, on the highway i swerve
and i four up my gl!ck and i shoot like steve kerr
and my diamonds, they drippin’, they ill me, they burn
and i’m f-ckin’ that b-tch, i ain’t talkin’ on her
and i ran up the guap, had to buy her a purse
and he catchin’ this chopper, i feel like a nurse
you get caught with no block and you shootin’ like fade
and lil’ shawty a thot, she a bop, gimme face
and i shoot with the glock, i ain’t shoot with no fade (yeah)

- lazy3x

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