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letra de up in smoke - lil 6lock 17

(intro)
aye, yeah, aye, aye, aye, aye
(verse 1)
ridin’ with my n-ggas, we roll a 3.5
very rare n-ggas we come out that fire
smokin’ on wood to get more high
f-ckin’ with me, you require the wire
6lock to my head, like i want to die
your b-tch keep on textin’ me i won’t deny
but don’t get it twisted, i won’t reply
f-ckin’ your b-tch and she suckin’ my d-ck
pull up on him i shoot him with the bl!ck
comin’ for me, i will get your ass hit
i will f-ck you up, i must admit
makin’ all these songs, i gotta commit
i been workin’ on my craft, and writin’ these bars
i sit back and laughed, while i smoke cigars
ridin’ in the whip and i crashеd that sh-t
b-tch give me lip, so you know i had to hit
he thought i was playin’ wе pull up with the stick
smokin’ these blunts, so you know i fl!ck bic
ridin’ with my bros, and we f-ckin’ on hoes
stealin’ all these girls, so you know we got foes. (yeah)
i do this for my fam, i do this for my bro
(aye)
these n-ggas be spam, but you know we go ham
(aye)
i don’t give a d-mn, and i really hate life
(aye)
i ain’t got no girl, i ain’t got no wife
(yeah, aye)
(verse 2)
f-ckin’ your b-tch, now she suckin’ our d-ck
little boy come, and he tryna to be sl!ck
y’all already know, i ain’t f-ck with no kid
get in your way, lil n-gga stay lit
f-ck with your b-tch, now she suckin’ our d-ck
and you know we stay lit, till we f-ckin’ your b-tch
f-ck with no snitch, we ain’t f-ck with no opp
goin’ on top, now he callin’ the cops
p-ssy lil n-gga don’t know how to stop
comin’ at me now, a n-gga get shot
down, n-gga down, now n-gga don’t cry
y’all already know that a n-gga stay fly
smokin’ all that dope, now a n-gga so high
rollin’ all the dope, yeah n-gga, 3.5’s
started from the bottom, yeah a n-gga work hard
pullin’ all this time from a n-gga big heart
doin’ all this sh-t, now a n-gga got far
writin’ all these songs, while a n-gga pop bars
singin’ to the mic, while a n-gga on mars
thinking out loud, like a n-gga a star
takin’ all this time, so a n-gga get it back
f-ck with a n-gga, now a n-gga on the map
y’all already know that a p-ssy gon cap
don’t keep it real, yeah a n-gga real f-g
cry ass baby, lil n-gga be sad
off with his feelin’s now a n-gga all bad
p-ssy lil n-gga went out on bars
ain’t tryna do sh-t, ain’t no fun
now f-ck around till a n-gga come up
1v1 n-gga it ain’t no guns
(verse 3)
1v1 n-gga it ain’t no guns
run up the money i love them funds
countin’ that sh-t, i use my thumbs
makin’ this bread, b-tch you makin’ them crumbs
smokin’ this weed i’m destroyin’ my lungs
l!ckin’ her p-ssy i use my tongue
you already know, we made it out the slums
ride with my bro, and we ride with the youngs
run up your money, i love them racks
i smoke cbd, cuz it makes me relaxed
going through sh-t, now a n-gga relapsed
i took all them pills, now a n-gga collapsed
for a second you guys, thought i had passed
away from this world, i ain’t got no stress
but now i’m makin’ music, and bein’ a success
but still you treat me like a f-ckin’ kid
it doesn’t even matter what i’m tryna do
please mom don’t ever stop lovin’ me
i never wanted you to stop huggin’ me
but now it feels like your shovin’ me
and now i don’t know what the f-ck to do
i’m writin’ this song and i dedicate it to you
(aye)

- lil 6lock 17

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