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letra de lean - lil lyko

(chorus)
yea i f-ck wit this sh-t, an i f-ck wit the beat
tryna f-ck wit me, and popped a whole sheet
walk up the street, blow out the heat
slow out the beat, dip on this sh-t
i sip on my lean, popped a whole bean
and cleared the whole bowl on the seams
hit on the dab, and it sunk up my lungs
grind up a nug and smoke up the weed
if i get free weed, h-ll yes indeed, if i get
caught, tell the cops it’s kiwi, pop 4 xans
finna put me in a deep sleep, stackin’
all the bands, all the hoes be needy, give
me the sigh, cos i know you see me, talk
sh-t bout my homies you stuck in the beef
loud peoplе run they mouth cos they sound
all clingy, when i gеt the weed im down to
smoking, sometimes cigs even though it’s choking
finna call the dibs on the sh-t it’s a choke thing
callin’ this b-tch, she a slow thing, you tryna say no
but i say that i know things

(verse 1)
spend 10 grand on a b-tch, spend six on a brick
smoke all day i’m finna get sick in this sh-t
yall ain’t even know how i live, what i did
how i did, from the mid, pop a cid, ain’t gon kid
wit the sh-t, i can f-ck wit you as long as you
ain’t a b-tch, come to the crib best hope you
ain’t smell like f-ckin’ fish, eat yo self out you
is the f-ckin’ main dish, god d-mn it i am no
where close to bein’ famous
you can try to look into my f-ckin’ eye
try not to sigh, from the sight, inside of my eyes
pink up the sky, like my name was f-ckin’ clyde
then take the pink dye, and dye my eyes
die from fright, try not to fight
even though the sight in front of my eyes
you ain’t even got that much time
(verse 2)
i f-cked a whole b-tch in her crib wit a twist
grabbed a gun, dont make me cl!ck, dont make me sick
dont make everything go to sh-t, just give me the orders
run up and kick your door in, hit em wit 50 mortars
ricor mortis, k!ll em an leave their corpses on other
peoples doorsteps, enter the morgue wit
venom and then i morbid, evil and horbid
limited torture, reepin the organs, out of the orphins
bodily portions, gotta be foreskins
an now they like “woah”, how the f-ck
he spit and just murder so many flows
i don’t know, i was bred for this sh-t since 06
makin’ hits since an embryo, i been the goat
i could do flippity hippity, enterin the vicinity
cookin up hits like im breakin bad walter white
jesse when makin’ amphetamines sh-ts gettin messy
im finna be k!llin’ the enemy

(chorus)
yea i f-ck wit this sh-t, an i f-ck wit the beat
tryna f-ck wit me, and popped a whole sheet
walk up the street, blow out the heat
slow out the beat, dip on this sh-t
i sip on my lean, popped a whole bean
and cleared the whole bowl on the seams
hit on the dab, and it sunk up my lungs
grind up a nug and smoke up the weed
if i get free weed, h-ll yes indeed, if i get
caught, tell the cops it’s kiwi, pop 4 xans
finna put me in a deep sleep, stackin’
all the bands, all the hoes be needy, give
me the sigh, cos i know you see me, talk
sh-t bout my homies you stuck in the beef
loud people run they mouth cos they sound
all clingy, when i get the weed im down to
smoking, sometimes cigs even though it’s choking
finna call the dibs on the sh-t it’s a choke thing
callin’ this b-tch, she a slow thing, you tryna say no
but i say that i know things

- lil lyko

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