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letra de lie, cheat, & steal - lil gray

[intro]
ayy terk, sparkheem

[chorus: lil gray]
lie, cheat, and steal, like i’m eddy, plus i’m hooked on medics
i got m-ss appeal, nah, for real, i just hope they ready
chop him up, came with machete
cook his -ss, i came with betty
that’s how the gr-ss got filled with teddies
i do him bad like jason, freddy
don’t ask me how much, b-tch, i want all
b-tch, i’m quick to move fast like i can’t pause
wrap the volumes in the pack, sh-t, i feel bad
b-tch, i’m turning on your street, finna flick the ave

[verse 1: borleone]
he got left in the dirt, now i’m hittin’ the dash
i f-ck on that b-tch and i slap on her -ss
i keep me a glock, extended the mag
i just came from the worst, i just sh-tted on past
i’m servin’ the j’s broad day or the doc (hey junkies)
pot jump, water with the rock
he b-tch-made, man, he never had a hot (you b-tch-made, n-gg-)
i f-ck on his b-tch, and he was an opp (b-tch)
we back on the block, n-gg-, servin’ bags
got pretty eyes, fat -ss, stacey dash
whole gang with me, yeah, they launching on my lash (hey gang)
my traphouse jump, junkies, yeah, they spazz

[verse 2: goonew]
traphouse jump, yeah, b-tch, it jam
i’m servin’ them junkies, serve ’em off the pan
walk down, b-tch, i’m really tryna cash
i heard he the move, i’m pullin’ down my mac
i stay with the buddha, junkies say it’s gl-ss
i’m big 64, to come, you need a p-ss
big four-fifth’ll make a n-gg- dash
chopper hit him, sit him on his -ss

[verse 3: lil gray]
pull up on your b-tch and shake the earth
high precision, hit ’em where it hurts
shoot his neck, i think i hit a nerve
that boy a nerd, he known for shooting nerfs
pull an herb, i got it from the earth
they ask for real, i had to stop the search
turn on the stove, my hand’ll go berserk
he wanted clout but then he earned a shirt

- lil gray

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