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letra de klan - lewnati

[hook]
i got 28 grams in this zip jabroni
you say that you the man, heard you flipped jabroni
you catch me cruising in the van wit the clique, my homies
hoodies up like we the klan (outlaws)

i got 28 grams in this zip jabroni
i gotta b-tch that show me -ss, show me t-ts jabroni
and i be digging in the yams like it’s thanksgiving
hoodies up like we the klan (outlaws)

[verse 1]
first things first, talk about the squad and you’ll get murked
the gr-ss greener on this side ’cause it’s turf
i stuck my weiner deep inside & slide to first
now she asking where i’m at, better hit the chirp
big bro gave me the strap told me put in work
that’s 60 for a hit, 16 for a verse
i do my shmoney dance then i go bazerk
put 7 on his chest, i’ll send him straight to church
before you have some churn, better live and learn
gotta wait yo turn, be patient wit the perm
i know it burns, (burns) i see it all up in yo face
just let it burn, (burn) sh-t that’s the only way to get you straight
say f-ck the feds, f-ck my case
f-ck the judge, f-ck the dollar that you praise
and if you need me come and find me in this maze
i’ll be gone on this high speed chase

[hook]
i got 28 grams in this zip jabroni
you say that you the man, heard you flipped jabroni
you catch me cruising in the van wit the clique, my homies
hoodies up like we the klan (outlaws)

i got 28 grams in this zip jabroni
i gotta b-tch that show me -ss, show me t-ts jabroni
and i be digging in the yams like it’s thanksgiving
hoodies up like we the klan (outlaws)

[verse 2]
say first of all, shoutout to my dogs in the yard
shoutout them broads playing suckers like guitars
round of applause
i just beat my charge, had c-ke in my draws
i told the prosecutor suck it, put my d-ck in her jaws
went from not f-ckin’ at all
now look at god, all these b-tches tryna’ f-ck wit’ me raw
because i’m well done, serve ya’ good d-ck b-tch ya’ welcome
f-cking wit’ the clique, ain’t no telling

i click, click wit my n-gg-s
get ya’ hit wit my n-gg-s
off the sh-ts wit my n-gg-s
you’z a b-tch, not a n-gg-
zoom, zoom wit my n-gg-s
make room for my n-gg-s
im in tune wit my n-gg-s
carry fumes wit my n-gg-s
bout it, bout it wit my n-gg-s
i get clouded wit my n-gg-s
you say you f-cking wit who?
i highly doubt you f-cking wit us
i be preying on ya’
major payne, i’m damon wayans on ya’
(aaaaaaah) go super saiyan on ya’

[hook]
i got 28 grams in this zip jabroni
you say that you the man, heard you flipped jabroni
you catch me cruising in the van wit the clique, my homies
hoodies up like we the klan (outlaws)

i got 28 grams in this zip jabroni
i gotta b-tch that show me -ss, show me t-ts jabroni
and i be digging in the yams like it’s thanksgiving
hoodies up like we the klan (outlaws)

[outro x2]
talk my sh-t like all the time boy
bossed out clique, the world is mine boy
fist to the fist ’cause you’re my kind boy
watch that pitt don’t fall behind boy

- lewnati

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