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letra de posted up - lil veza

[chorus: lil veza]
i’m posted up on the block
that boy was so in shock
i’m gonna pull up at nine o’clock
on the f-ckin’ dot
i bust through yo door
i don’t gotta knock
on my neck i got expensive rocks
i might pull up wit’ the flock
and we be rakin’ up pots
[bridge: lil veza]
countin’ days, countin’ days
i might pull up in a wraith
b-tch you know that we create
imma hop out wit’ the chain
why is you afraid?
ice on my neck and it drip
and i got that cascade, aye

[verse 1: lil veza]
these b-tches so fed up
i just be keepin’ my head up
stackin’ the cheese and i ain’t talkin’ the cheddar
no i ain’t talkin’ the feta
i got that paper, no shredder
i got that burberry sweater
i write raps no letter
you is a fakе, a pretender
b-tch you bеtter, to surrender
i am a defender
i push that sh-t in the center
visionary and inventor
b-tch you know i’m on adventure
and i ain’t afraid to enter
i buy that sh-t from the vender
i make you fall like the twenty second of september
[verse 2: lil dozy]
i’m bustin’ these rhymes
your girl is a dime
she tastes like a lime
d-mn she so d-mn fine
you need a bride
but you gettin’ bribed
but she a catfish
yeah, wait, that was online
you know lil dozy ain’t that kind
you playin’ like a mime
i’m blowin’ yo ass up like a mine
you better watch the time
you better stay in your line
cause i’m gonna shine, yuh
your girl, she all on my side
she gonna hop in the ride
give me face until i die
give me face until i collide
you eatin’ a pod like a tide
you better watch until you get fined
i’m gettin’ these stacks
yeah, i’m blowin’ these racks
i’m wit’ my boys and the macs
she suckin’ my sack
yeah, you know i’m about that
you throwin’ these racks
like it’s magic
k!lled that boy, yeah tragic
you be sittin’ in traffic
and you’ll gonna panic
i ain’t that satanic
yeah, i’m wearin’ all these fabrics
yeah, wait, what just happened?
[chorus: lil veza]
i’m posted up on the block
that boy was so in shock
i’m gonna pull up at nine o’clock
on the f-ckin’ dot
i bust through yo door
i don’t gotta knock
on my neck i got expensive rocks
i might pull up wit’ the flock
and we be rakin’ up pots

[bridge: lil veza]
countin’ days, countin’ days
i might pull up in a wraith
b-tch you know that we create
imma hop out wit’ the chain
why is you afraid?
ice on my neck and it drip
and i got that cascade, aye

- lil veza

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