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letra de dope sold - lilcj kasino

dope sold lyrics
[intro: lilcj kasino]
(i’ma do it like that, yb)
ooh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ayy, ayy
gang sh-t, b-tch
(nah, loomin, that’s my bad)
ayy

[verse 1: lilcj kasino]
i hit the block, get the dope sold
n-gga feel like i’m ice t, i got coco
pour up a four, movin’ slow, i’m still watchin’ for po-po
two words that i don’t know is, “go, bro,” oh, no
i got a check, now i’m loaded like loso
came from the ‘ject, now my name supersoaked, ho
i just want that neck, tryna see who the throat goat
yeah, bad lil’ b-tch jump on that d-ck like a pogo
hit from the back, put that b-tch a chokehold
went got a sack, now i’m ballin’ like ocho
still at the back of the trap with a four-four
diss on the track, we gon’ smoke him like dodo
stay on attack, we throw bullets like romo
turn that boy to a pack and use that for some promo
n-gga havin’ them racks, we just bust down our logo
we got sh-t on lock, got ’em like, “where the rows go?”
[verse 2: bigstan kasino]
still in the trap with some ‘bows of the pressure
ten toes down in the field with my steppers
[?] my draco, you catch you a halo
if a n-gga try to play me like a rapper
lil’ bro put him up in the ‘wood and we wrap him
these n-ggas ain’t industry, n-ggas be cappin’
that sh-t look good when a n-gga be rappin’
he wanted to be viral, now a n-gga in a casket
he said he was fire, so we sent him to see fire
duckin’ no smoke, b-tch, i’m still on the eastside
got two chains on, my godd-mn neck turnt up
boy, they hate how a young n-gga flex
boy, these f-ck n-ggas ain’t never been a threat
n-gga go against the set, get smoked like [?]
same gang turned up and took off like a jet
steppin’ on n-ggas’ neck and we ain’t even broke a sweat

[interlude: lilcj kasino]
nah, for real
don’t play with that gang, n-gga, y’all know how the f-ck we comin’
stain sh-t, gang sh-t only

[verse 3: lilcj kasino]
i’m the one that be d-gg-n’ your b-tch like a pet
i just stuffed a whole fifty-round clip in my tec
that b-tch know i can’t stick around, dip after gettin’ my s-x
independent, i’m the only n-gga gettin’ my check, ayy
i still be hittin’ my ex just to chill in the trap, n-gga still done got fresh
put them bricks [?], you come get ’em, it’s less
always tell my dogs chill, n-gga, don’t make me tell ’em to fetch

- lilcj kasino

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