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letra de uh nah - lil l.a. marz

lil l.a. marz – uh nah (feat. brylean)
lyrics

verse: (brylean, lil l.a. marz)
(uh uh uh)
come here baby just give me that throat
eatin’ my kids, dat b-tch suckin’ on souls
(uh uh uh)
my shooter keep a glizzy, i don’t need to tote
make a n-gga dance, i’m might shoot em at his toes
(uh uh uh)
don’t play me, that’s a bullet to your skull
don’t make a sound, not a peep, not a bow
(uh uh uh)
you must have forgot who i was?
f-ck dat, he didn’t, don’t try us

verse 2: (brylean)
same dude who will press you, got no issue
dress up in a suit, gotta look good for your funeral
hop in a all black bentley coupe
ain’t no rental, i don’t know who was telling you
got your girl screaming out like ouu (ouu, ouu, ouu)
uh uh
hold up let me take it back
i know a pimp, drive a cadillac
he taught mе the ways and now i got all girls in my whip, i got it like that
the rich only hang with thе rich, that’s why i stay with my boy benjamin
sliding on the beat, so my new nickname must be be jetski
sike, i just go by brylean
no i do not drink no lean but the name is kind of catchy
can’t catch me lacking
swear all these dudes around me are my lackies
oop my bad, your girl seems to be lacking her pantalones (ah ah)
uh uh uh
i don’t care if a person don’t like me
my bills getting paid and my neck is icy
girl so thick, like the bottom of an icee
slide down the block drinking fruit punch hi-c
car so foreign it look like acid
unlocked my brain, no limits on me g
punch a dude in his t–th, now he shark t–th
hit that girl from the back, now she hurting
eat on my d-ck, that’s a 5 course meal g
i’m a booty bandit, in her booty like a g-string
stab a n-gga in the chest with a katana so a n-gga feel like he is bruce lee
how you gonna talk sh-t but yo breath smell like you ain’t brush your t–th in some weeks?
verse 3: (lil l.a. marz)
pull up on you, b-tch lemme get to shootin’
like apex, go higher wit dat glock, i roofed it
den post at yo ear, dat sh-t hurt worse den q-tips
i made yo grave early, i’m not lettin’ you live
she said why you lumpy as f-ck, i got 2 d-cks
b-tch touched da wrong one, like da flute she still blew it
i give her da nurps and she muhf-ckin’ lose it
play soft on yo b-tch like guitar dats acoustic
psych i play ruthless
up in dat p-ssy i split it in half
n-ggas be startin’ dat petty sh-t, sucks to be you cuz you don’t get no ass
don’t think you ready for sh-t, nah, you ain’t even close, i don’t f-ck wit no caps
you da type n-gga to send me few pics of yo tool, you gon end wit closed captions
y’all n-ggas better get dashin’, uh
can’t hide, we still attackin’, uh
k!llin’ deez n-ggas my passion, uh
cut throat for my tactic, uh
breath need help, take tic tacs, uh
talkin’ bout you, think you missed dat, uh
stank h-lla strong like sinbad, uh
don’t know how you’ll ever get a b-tch back, uh

verse 4: (brylean)
shot an opp, shot an opp, yeah he dead, 10-4
hollup, hollup, my ex calling me? she get the dial tone
n-ggas see me, n-gga see me, he calling, 911
beat a n-gga up, beat a n-gga up cause he in the 314
how you broke ? how you broke? if you work an 8-4
if his girl come my way, she about to be blowing, trombone
[outro:]
(alright man, turn this sh-t off, i can literally do this all day)

- lil l a marz

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