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letra de the rango show (bonus) - lil rango & leekflexin

(leaving ’em leeky)

[intro: leekflexin’]
yeah, i made the made beat and now i’m finna rap it too
jus’ to accompany me i got lil rango too
yeah, he be wit’ bolo, rip to polo
rolling up a dutchy, dub inside it, yeah i smoke it solo
think the beat is fire, but really that’s the spit flow
n-gga better duck ’cause here come rango finna buss

[verse 1: lil rango]
it’s lil rango, b-tch, don’t act like you ain’t know tho’
.40 cal, b-tch, that’s on my d-ck, i’m in a four door
i’m spinning through they block
b-tch, don’t ask me what i’m looking for
i hopout, sw-ng the do’
now, i’m laughin’ ’cause that shorty his ass can’t even walk no more
i pullup clean, like i f-ckin’ had a mop and was on go
i air that b-tch out, then leave when i see his ass hit the flo’
i’m at his b-tch house i got the drop lil shorty gavе me lo’
and they know that they had f-ckеd up when dey lemme change the sco’

[verse 2: leekflexin’]
one-to-none, b-tch h-ll yea, we done up the sco’
ridin’ wit’ 10 choppas, p-ssy-boy, we go toe-to-toe
don’t even trust myself i’m really itchin let this mac blow
composure, keep it cool, won’t’ em play me like a fool
dirty cup full of syrup sprite pool
never hiding find me at yo’ neighborhood jewel
in this n-gga hood easy like i’m chillin’ side pool
30 clip, let it hang, p-ssy n-gga what the f-ck you tryna do
[verse 3: lil rango]
aye b-tch i’m up in school and all these b-tches think i’m f-ckin’ cute
slide through the block
bolo wit’ me and he tryna shoot
and we ain’t shooting at no hoops, i blow dis’ bih jus’ like a flute
taking drugs, therapute
i’m off the drank, feeling mute
break a xanny, dat bih cute
and b-tch i’m feelin just like juice
if dat bih she wanna f-ck
i’m finna make the p-ssy loose
swervin’ thru the f-ckin city dodging 12 i’m on the loose
if i catch lil f-ckin’ shiddy, cut him off just like a noose, b-tch
yeah
now, all you n-ggas really broke

[verse 4: leekflexin’]
cashin out at saks, what you thought this was a joke?
jus’ off the aroma, ya b-tch she lemme poke
get up wit’ me tho’ i know how to make this 40 float
you straight up to heaven
now, i got yo’ ho she postin’ 11:11
smokin’ on this pack, yeah, right in front of 7-11
only for to be at ease, lul shorty keep on stressin’ me
i don’t think you n-ggas feeling me
rango wake ’em up, ’cause all these p-ssy n-ggas sleep
pull up rollin’ deep, shoutout pbe we carry big heat
totin’ guns, like lud foe said “do this sh-t for fun”
if you ain’t got a gun, ill make lil buddy run
smoke fill up the whip, might cough up a lung
yeah
just like that

- lil rango leekflexin

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