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letra de won't make it far - lilcj kasino

[intro]
it’s yl on dem 808s
ayy ayy ayy ayy
real murda worth music n-gga
sino sh-t n-gga, f-ck goin’ on

[chorus]
had to go hard on that block with that hard
backwoods, ain’t no ‘gar, this dope got me on mars
double cup me, b-tch i’m sippin’ on oil
ain’t signing no deal ‘less it’s ten million large
i came from the jungle, tattooed out my scar
i cannot be humble above all the stars
whole gang winning, lil cj the sergeant
the coldest thing is i done did for the squad
most of these rap n-ggas fraud, i pull a rap n-gga card
wrap his -ss up like a cord, we got more shots then them boys
get guap like it ain’t no tomorrow
we stain this sh-t before we start
don’t cross the line lil n-gga, promise you won’t make it far
rock out with them choppers, guitar
my best friend ben frank, all my partners is icy, my b-tch she a doll

[verse 1]
these n-ggas mad ’cause i had to go run my bag up
and they was first and now they last, huh
now lilcj on they -ss
just ’cause i’m poppin’ don’t think i won’t blast
i probably dismiss her, leave her in the past
don’t bang with no swishers, give a f-ck if it’s rad
these n-ggas p-ssy, they soft as a cushion
you believin’ that sh-t then you must be a rookie
i got some young n-ggas crip harder than tookie
bro they pull up right in your yard with a fully
they won’t bother to take them no mask or no hoodie
aimin’ right at his face, make that n-gga eat bullets
last n-gga got k!lled just for thinkin’ he couldn’t
got flex like you been out a circle, you smoked
bad yellow b-tch and she thicker than bricks
she f-ck with my pimpin’, we ride around drippin’
can’t stop for no b-tch, gotta stack to the ceiling
stack it and flip it, don’t care if it’s penny by penny
young n-gga, i’ma go get it
put my team on, now we winnin’
broke n-gga get out your feelings
want smoke n-gga, i am a chimney
this murda worth thing, i’ma k!ll it
they probably thought i was fiending
no, i’m still in the trap with the big dope in the ceiling

[verse 2]
done f-cked up the mall with my felon
turn into whatever, everything on me, no yellow
young n-gga, i stood on that block with that pressure
prayed to god for some help, all i wanted was a bezel
me and [?], we know you can’t handle the pressure
gorilla pop out, you gon’ fold like a pretzel
lil n-gga, ain’t n0body help me
i dropped out the game and they felt me
these n-ggas just want to feel special
now they all dig me, no shovel
sauce up or boss up, it’s levels (sauce, boss, go)
young n-gga straight out the ghetto
took off, my foot still on the pedal
you know how we do it in texas
we spikin’ our sprite with medical (texas tea, mud, lean)
and then what we do when we catch him
we sparkin’ on sight, it’s regular
go get the pack and i flood, kasino gang really runnin’ d-f-dub
ain’t f-ck with no slugs, my glock came with slugs
got it all off one fifty, one h-ll of a plug
i’m bl–dy lil buddy, still f-ck with my cuz
hottest in texas so put on your glove
gotta ride with that weapon ’cause i know what’s up
it’s rappers that suck and they hate that i’m up
i bet that they pray that one day i give up, but no

- lilcj kasino

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