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letra de warm up sessions - ld

these niggas think that they’re on, it’s time that i turn them off
in a german whip with m, nigga we burn and pop
got the maka on deck and a 4 and a half still serving shots
any sign of the cops we swerving off
these niggas be trapping in music nigga i trap in real life
these niggas be banging in music nigga i bang on my life
had to smoke that am to the dome when i heard my nigga got life
free riggy, but i’m still outside try’na lurk with the guys
suttin soon drop
i got 25 bells for a opp
i remember that day so clear when we came through and suttin got shot
make a whole load of guap
every time bro throws me a box
in a four door truck with the dots see jakes then i swerve and i’m off
and i been outside getting money in, any crop that was there i was running in
m used to get mad, like f-ck this ld we’re bunning him
look when i got my man, not one of his bredrins was jumping in
look, we fry man, like roll on your block and start dumping things
god d-mn, monkey went jail that weren’t part of the plan
they’re saying 67’s a gang, but they’re more like my blood they’re my fam
they had the kid sitting in jail
cause i wrapped up a opp and he sang
moretime i’m up on the hill converting the grams into grands
these hookers they know who i am
so they’re sucking the whole of the gang
bout time i get paid for this shit
want a feature they throw me some bands
feds know that we’re spitting the truth
so they went and put scribz on a ban
gotta shout out to boogz in trap
cause they smoked off the block with some scrams
i see a boy run with his mash, i see a boy run with his jooker
looking for your girl these times she was outside playing top hooker
don’t talk about mashes, we’ve lost about ten i know about cookers
pulled up on the drive, yg with the mash that’s giant abdullah
last time i saw don i had the mac i could’ve blew your heart out your back
trap got bagged for a shooting and all now he ain’t been back
they’re like 67 ain’t on shit i’m like yeah, yeah, i hear all of that
till i pull up with sj and they hop out the volvo and let that shit crash
this mac-10 in the car
these hookers know who we are
my akhi brother might bun you and scream praise be to allah
like what the f-ck do you mean?
67 the team
my young akhs they’re wild as f-ck they ain’t never been on no deen
suttin got hit with the 10
i flex with the skengs and i break down bits from the ends
my big bro warned me, said make sure you know who’s your friends
only f-ck with the 6, add a k get dropped like a fed

- ld

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