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letra de streams - lilcj kasino

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i’m in the suite with two freaks, and it’s only one me
i only smoke runts now, ain’t no more og
you play with just one, we gon’ come and blow three
and we get the job done every time we go peep
i honestly don’t have no time to compete
we gon’ hunt ten ten? every time it’s complete
all that punching sh-t fine, but we want you to bleed
we gon’ pull and tweak, before we sit down and tweet
ain’t nun’ on their plate, so they looking for beef
all my n-ggas that axe you we sucking our t–th?
you ain’t talking bout cake, then the we gon’ meet
is the day blueface start rapping on beats
when we pop out and spray you, we won’t aim at your feet
make away with that drac, we deserving a piece
making plays in the trap, everyday we don’t leave
hit the plug and buy weight, from my money off streams

you gotta bes man just to kick it, and i’m from the trenches
where that sh-t feel ?
so i’m independent, and i keep extensions
i do what i want i don’t need no permission
i walk like i’m gifted, i’m living way different
that n-gga that dissing, that broke sh-t is sick and
i’m sipping on wock like i got a prescription
the doc say i might die from my addiction
got so many b-tches, i should’ve been timmy
these n-ggas be grip, cause i ain’t never snippin’
i won’t never fall, so i don’t do no trippin’
my neck on defrost, so a young n-gga drippin’
she got her mouth on a side of real tif?
i got bout an ounce of some sh-t, you can sniff it
when i talk about weight, b-tch we ain’t tryna lift it
i only want fake fade?, then i’m calling your lyft
i fly state to state, and i trap outta here
better stay in your place, and get shot in your lip
any n-gga that run up and reach for my drip
because they won’t be able to identify him
been the king of a town, they solidify him
all the n-ggas got a sound, but them n-ggas not him
yo we ball what we shoot at, op n-ggas not rim
watch out by your ace, all the way to your crib
i’m in the suite with two freaks, and it’s only one me
i only smoke runts now, ain’t no more og
you play with just one, we gon’ come and blow three
and we get the job done every time we go peep
i honestly don’t have no time to compete
we gon’ hunt ten ten? every time it’s complete
all that punching sh-t fine, but we want you to bleed
we gon’ pull and tweak, before we sit down and tweet
ain’t nun’ on their plate, so they looking for beef
all my n-ggas that axe you we sucking our t–th?
you ain’t talking bout cake, then the we gon’ meet
is the day blueface start rapping on beats
when we pop out and spray you, we won’t aim at your feet
make away with that drac, we deserving a piece
making plays in the trap, everyday we don’t leave
hit the plug and buy weight, from my money off streams

i’m in the suite with two freaks, and they booted, that 30 on me
told them hoes, i got two twos
you keep a strap but ain’t never gon’ shoot it
got robbed with a strap on you, n-gga you do it
grew around trappers, and we wann’t having that who had the bag, so i was influenced
i learned how to sell crack, ‘for a n-gga knew math
i knew how to count money before i could read
2nd grade used walk to school rolling up weed
i been bl–dy since eight, shout out to my og
can’t forget bout the gate, and my ape n-ggas aiming at fade they gon’ make sure that cannot not breathe
(?) me we ain’t coppin’ no plea, we gon’ load up, pull up, squeeze
choppa fold up, gold on bling
the f-ck n-gga hate a bank roll in my jeans
f-ck n-gga hate, but they hoe on my team
i made my own plate, if you know what i mean
in a race for that cake, and you ain’t on my speed
finna drive outta state for a play, on some needs
want wraith want a mansion on side of the beach
bett’ not sign on no n-gga, who signing to me
watch out i got game (?) slimin’ for me
soon as they find you, them n-ggas gon’ hide you for me
came from the bottom, now my pockets larger
it’s too many hustlers to be out here starvin
i keep one up top for them n-ggas that’s robbin’
make him put it up, swear to god (?) hoe poison
but more importantly
i’m in the suite with two freaks, and it’s only one me
i only smoke runts now, ain’t no more og
you play with just one, we gon’ come and blow three
and we get the job done every time we go peep
i honestly don’t have no time to compete
we gon’ (hunt ten ten?) every time it’s complete
all that punching sh-t fine, but we want you to bleed
we gon’ pull and tweak, before we sit down and tweet
ain’t nun’ on their plate, so they looking for beef
all my n-ggas that axe you we sucking our t–th?
you ain’t talking bout cake, then the we gon’ meet
is the day blueface start rapping on beats
when we pop out and spray you, we won’t aim at your feet
make away with that drac, we deserving a piece
making plays in the trap, everyday we don’t leave
hit the plug and buy weight, from my money off streams

- lilcj kasino

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