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letra de fourone k - lefty goon

[intro]
gang

[chorus – lefty goon]
dissing the deads, but ya mans in a spliff
grab a gun, and go get you a hit like
spinning the nick trynna catch me a-
can’t talk on them n-ggas, that never did sh-t
who you hit? what you did?
lil matt got spliffed, n-ggas turned him to-
catch an opp, we treat him like a kid
if he lack with his b-tch, then we aim at her wig
like who that? better boom that
too many opps, i don’t know who to shoot at
let him run, we gon leave his whole crew flat
matt sav, lotti, chii, too smacked
spin what? don’t do that
red beam on his head, it might knock off his fitted
and lil mai, we know that she with it
catch a 41, he get knocked out his pivet

[verse 1 – lefty goon]
like you better not bop in this b-tch
41 bop, you get shot in this b-tch
how thе f-ck is you dissing, we sliding and sh-t
and lil blockwork a b-tch, he be hiding and sh-t
stop all thе capping, you was not one of them
spin the ville, ima drop one of them
how you every o shot, you never shot one of them
send em 41 shots if i spot one of them
[verse 2 – bdot goon]
talk on my block, i’ma tell you “come spin”
30 on me, shoot for the win
step in the court, watch, we flock at his chin
blockworkk, you be rappin’ and sh-t
catch that dyk-, she get smacked with the grip
lil [?]k, he get smacked like a b-tch
okay, we get jiggy
spin through the 5th, trynna do em like rippy
she stay with me, 50/50
call the 150s, they spin till they dizzy
i get active, don’t need me a sitchy
161, ask around, i get busy
throw up the 5, and we do it for diddy
oge, b-tch we running the city
f-ck all the opps, just tell em get with me
trynna push up, you get shot in ya kidney

[chorus – lefty goon]
dissing the deads, but ya mans in a spliff
grab a gun, and go get you a hit like
spinning the nick, trynna catch me a-
can’t talk on them n-ggas, that never did sh-t
who you hit? what you did?
lil matt got spliffed, n-ggas turned him to-
catch an opp, we treat him like a kid
if he lack with his b-tch, then we aim at her wig
like who that? better boom that
too many opps, i don’t know who to shoot at
let him run, we gon leave his whole crew flat
matt sav, lotti, chii, too smacked
spin what? don’t do that
red beam on his head, it might knock off his fitted
and lil mai, we know that she with it
catch a 41, he get knocked out his pivet
[outro – lefty goon]
like you better not bop in this b-tch
41 bop, you get shot in this b-tch
how the f-ck is you dissing, we sliding and sh-t
and lil blockwork a b-tch, he be hiding and sh-t
stop all the capping, you was not one of them
where ya gun, cause i got one of them
walk down gang, where the f-ck he gon run?
bullets beat on his chest, like a drum

- lefty goon

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