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letra de jazz - lil double 0

[intro]
smooth criminal just like michael (walk down)
gon’ pull up and [?]
keep two hot guns, f-ck a gun license (slatt slatt, ho
slatt slatt, ho)
smooth criminal just like michael (big walk down)
gon’ pull up and [?]
keep two hot guns, f-ck a gun license
slatt slatt, ho
slatt slatt, ho
gon’ walk sum down ’til you can’t no mo’
lil’ bro hop out with the flame, gon’ blow
he ain’t havin’ motion, he cappin’
we the type n-ggas to catch a n-gga
hit his ass with the switches, now he in a casket
smoke a n-gga like [?]
blow the choppa like a saxophone, go crazy

[chorus]
blow the choppa like a saxophone when we get him gone
bet a lil’ f-ck n-gga heard me (no bap)
spendin’ them racks and i put that sh-t on
rockin’ that chrome heart, can’t get near me
spendin’ my monеy on switches and glocks
i’m a gangsta, the f-ck i need with some sеcurity? (ay, no bap)
n-gga can’t duck these switches (ay)
nun but real deal slimes on this mission
[verse 1]
know g slime forever my people
forever v rhyme forever gon’ creep him
no g5, but i’m g6
little pink pill got a n-gga twitchy (uh)
but i’m never slippin’ (ay)
i’m ridin’ ’round with a bl!cky
we’ll spin a n-gga block so much, we dizzy (slatt slatt slatt)
back to back, back to back just like a frisbee
young n-gga run up them racks ’till you ain’t even beefin’ no more (walk him down, walk him down)
trap so hard that he ain’t even sleepin’
real deal slime, you can go ask nechie
my wrist is a freezer, on my hip it’s a heater
makin’ diss for the net, can’t wait to delete him
have a bullet hit him in the neck, make a n-gga wreck
walk down on the car get even
opp got popped but he still breathin’
we up the score never even they know that we up (no bap, n-gga)

[bridge]
keep yo’ head on
told me keep my head on
murder what she wrote
but all my switches want me [?]
i high speed all my chases
he can’t scream he 4k
this chop got a beam, hit a n-gga face
he ain’t seen the sh-t i say (slatt)
[chorus]
blow the choppa like a saxophone when we get him gone
bet a lil’ f-ck n-gga heard me (no bap)
spendin’ them racks and i put that sh-t on
rockin’ that chrome heart, can’t get near me
spendin’ my money on switches and glocks
i’m a gangsta, the f-ck i need with some security?
n-gga can’t duck these switches (ay)
when we slide we leave no witness, spray

[verse 2]
since he wanna fight like a boxer, hit him with the choppa
young n-gga [?] (uh, uh slatt slatt)
baby got mop she suck me up [?]
just burned up her top, i can’t even think when i f-cked her (uh)
baby got back, she say she slime, but she ain’t no slatt
the b-tch ain’t mine if she ain’t bad (uh, uh)
all my hoes get cash
ran it up, this sh-t fast
big chop in a goyard bag
no bap too high, i d-mn near crashed
i get too fly, know my opps mad they broke
me and gang like a jazz band in the road
we all got an instrument, ready to blow
in the jungle like pakistan, tryna wack a man
with my n-gga and i’m ready to blow it
i’m ready to blow it
you want your life, lil bruh, enjoy it (huh huh slatt)
hit his block and we score
walk a n-gga down in some new diors (walk a n-gga down in some new diors)
n-ggas ain’t slidin they really lil boys
n-gga lost his life for some clout, he bored
but f-ck it, i’m ridin’ round with these switches and pull it
we see an opp and we hit up his (no bap, n-gga)
[outro]
no bap, n-gga f-ck the opps, we the opps n-gga
we the ones really spinnin’ blocks, n-gga (no bap)
these n-ggas just make diss songs, till they ass get gone
free the gang, we the gang
smokin’ dead opps till my f-ckin’ head pop
slatt slatt slatt big walkdown

- lil double 0

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