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letra de shining - lbs kee'vin

[intro: 42 dugg]
flexin’
turn up

[verse 1: 42 dugg]
last b-tch said i can’t f-ck, she lie
first young n-gga in the hood, g5
four, five, six, one k, three, nine
young dawg, black pole, free the 4’s, we signed
young b-tch from the hood suck d-ck, she gaggin’
pick her out her bag, b-tch, i’m baggin’
sl!ck out the k, not yet, b-tch, soon
2020, wire by the strip, go boom

[verse 2: lbs kee’vin]
new glock-19, that b-tch go boom
b-tch said i can’t f-ck, she ain’t make it to my room
yeah, i got a deal but i’m still movin’ pills
i’m in love with the trap, i ain’t jumpin’ no brooms
she know i’m young and turnt
i just flooded my mouth with a hunnid
come say it look like a cocoon
i told my b-tch the other day, “don’t get too comfortable
’cause you know you can be replaced”
ain’t talkin’ ’bout baseball
in my hood, if they know where you stay
thеy comin’ for your safe
i think i need a ride or die
likе a b-tch who don’t got no ls but ride with a k
can’t be scared of no homicide
in my city n-ggas get sent to the skies every day
[verse 3: 42 dugg]
catch a body, beat a body, dawg, sh-t reckless
you wanna feel long? we catch ’em and we stretch ’em
cut a ho off, rat b-tch too messy
might double back, get the head from her bestie
learned my lesson, tryna feed the whole hood
do it for myself, gotta take care of dugg
seven whips deep, all jay-z blue
r.i.p. to reecey, r.i.p. lil scoop

[chorus: 42 dugg]
know you see me shinin’
let’s take it back to when i was grindin’
n-gga hate the fact that i’m climbin’
might try to k!ll me when i find it
can’t f-ck his girl, i did it
yellin’, “f-ck the world,” for my n-ggas

[verse 4: lbs kee’vin]
ayy
name one b-tch i didn’t f-ck, i’ma hit it all
might get the low if they lower the ticket
get money all day and all night, i’m with b-tches
got sh-t in common, we both got extensions
i do this sh-t for my n-ggas who stuck in the trenches
and them n-ggas who gone, ain’t been home in a minute
i been trappin’, i ain’t made a song in a minute
i’ma play her, don’t f-ck, get the dome and i’m finished
i’ve been spendin’ this cash in l-a, ain’t no limit
which one you want? gucci or prada?
just get ’em both, i’m havin’ a lot’em
money and b-tches never been a problem
all this rap money gettin’ invested in chops
i been movin’ the percs, he been servin’ the doctors
big bag supplier and big 4’s
givin’ up they box, no cliscos
[chorus: 42 dugg]
know you see me shinin’
let’s take it back to when i was grindin’
n-gga hate the fact that i’m climbin’
might try to k!ll me when i find it
can’t f-ck his girl, i did it
yellin’, “f-ck the world,” for my n-ggas

- lbs keevin

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