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letra de good lookin' - lil rango & leekflexin

[intro]
(i got my beat it’s from leeky)
(enviyon on the mix)

[chorus]
look, okay
bad b-tch, 5’4″ – she let me f-ck
on gang, i can’t get enough
she know she ain’t nothing, i pass her to gang
folks ass bought me a drum, good looking
walk in the kitchen, like n-gga what’s cooking
them n-ggas, they know how i’m coming
i got a 30 – folks got 50, n-gga that’s 80 all up in yo’ stomach
[verse 1]
aye
and n-gga, this b-tch stay tweakin’ on me
i don’t give a f-ck, that’s nothing
know she a ho, she acting like i ain’t never took nothing and made it to something
you gotta go for real, talm ’bout you don’t smoke and you don’t do pills
my d-ck in they mouth – just like a meal
n-gga i’m up – i love how it feel
and n-gga what’s up with yo’ dawg? folks ass f-cking his b-tch he hitting that raw
and i was hitting that raw
n-gga, i’m never gon’ trip ’bout a b-tch
police they talm ’bout, what?
n-gga, i’m never gone snitch, i’m finna call saul, gang
n-ggas pop out in the dark, you bet not lack ’cause we playing ball
look, we ain’t shooting threes
folks ass hop out the cut wit’ a 50, he dumping it all
i gotta stop- i gotta stop talking ’bout bodies and sh-t, my fault
white b-tch, she in the whip and i’m going fast and she wanna suck my b-lls
i heard that you got a 30, but we got the 30s and n-gga we got the assaults
these b-tches be tweaking, i’m knowing
n-gga, them b-tches be knowing that it be they fault, on gang
you need to pour you some wock, that’ll get rid of yo’ pain
i’m clutching my glock ’cause these n-ggas knowing my name
i put it on god lil leeky got aim
a switch on the stick, changing the game
you ready to die for a li’ bit of fame
[interlude]
yeah, look, hollon, on god bro
i been doing this rap sh-t for a minute
man these n-ggas need to know bro, we ain’t wit’ none of that f-ck sh-t, on bro look
better lock the f-ck in ‘fore we tweak out and check me out
this sh-t get crazy and we deep as f-ck in this b-tch, check

[verse 2]
yeah, look
i bought me glock, ain’t tryna get caught up wit’ it
tryna hit a n-gga with that hot sh-t, on my soul
i’m on the block with lil bro ‘nem, same time folks in that can
he ain’t coming home
when i went broke b.o.l.o. had gave me a loan
lil n-gga i’m never, gon’ switch on the gang
he switch on the gang, that n-gga got hit with that chrome, it’s over
and yeah, this a .40, these bullets be hot like a toaster
ex-b-tch hit my line, told her to get off my d-ck, lil shorty it’s over
pause, aye, still put d-ck in her jaws, i know she be liking it when i control her, look
and i’m love when she bending it over, i’m hot – lil n-gga you colder
everytime, i go outside, looking over my shoulder, but they do not get it
i’ll go f-ck on a b-tch off a xan, next day i swear i’ll probably forget it
it’s crazy how that n-gga talking, but n-gga i seen his ass walking, he wasn’t even with it
look, we’ll pop out in the dark, the lake, it’s nothing for me to go hit her

[chorus]
bad b-tch, 5’4″ – she let me f-ck
on gang, i can’t get enough
she know she ain’t nothing, i pass her to gang
folks ass bought me a drum, good looking
walk in the kitchen, like n-gga what’s cooking
them n-ggas, they know how i’m coming
i got a 30 – folks got 50, n-gga that’s 80 all up in yo’ stomach
look
[outro]
leave his ass leaky, b-tch
yeah, aye
leave his ass leaky, b-tch
word, aye

- lil rango leekflexin

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