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letra de dead guy - lordan punk

[intro: lordan punk]
ay, ya-woah
woo! woo! woo!
sk
alright (okay)

(the law)

[verse]
ay
lordan punk the n-gga who gon put it down
why these b-tches hit my phone up when i come around
you don’t come around when a n-gga down
i was sippin’ on the henny, yeah i’m finna drown
i’ma put it down for the block, dog
i’ma put it down for the block, dog (block, dog)
lordan punk, i’m doing what you n-ggas not, dog (dog)
don’t slide on the block, dog (dog)
nineteen gang for life
n-ggas act right when its night time
give a b-tch full pipe, she a side line
and you n-ggas ain’t touchin’ what’s mine (no way)
rob a n-gga blind like what’s his is mine
crack a n-gga spine with this no. 9
that b-tch that you cuffin, bust it all the time
i’ma treat her like a dog, she gon treat me nice
hit me for a pie, not a slice (for the pies)
sk, i got my rights (my rights)
sk, i hold my reign
johnny jeans, skinny jeans, big bank, woah
i gotta think, before i do
i got all this henny on me, this sh-t is smooth, woah
i’m in the whip, i’m finna cruise
i’ma prolly fall asleep off of the booze
woah d-mn, woah-woah
i got problems, how to fix them? i don’t know
all these drugs, yeah i mix them
i’m not slow
i be on the f-ckin’ road with the big bros
i been poppin’ since the joe
bros not low
n-ggas know that i’m not low
highkey with the toolie right beside me
and i keep my bros together like we siamese, woah
why these n-ggas tryna bite me (woah)
every day i get up
smoke that weed, i’m so stuck
f-ckboys runnin’ outta luck
’cause it’s my turn then
it is again
if she got a friend
we get it in
from the beginnin’, i’m on top
and you know a n-gga gotta keep a safe lock
drop top, pop locks
then i run in
effortless, tim duncan
you already know i’m [?] (d-mn)
woah, hey
you already know a n-gga get drunk, woah
and i’m smokin’ on the loud stink skunk, woah (woah)
got a b-tch with a big -ss, badonk woah (d-mn)
she gon throw it i’ma catch it when i want, woah (yeah)
okay, alright
we can drink, get faded, all night (all night)
i got white black b-tches
i like all types (all types)
and i freestyle faded, no i don’t write (don’t write)
and i always do it wrong
i don’t do it right
baby why you f-ckin’ now? you gon leave tonight
i’m just tryna come around and get kinda high
huh, why am i always lyin’?
tryna come around and get f-ckin’ zoot (zoot)
every time they p-ss me off, i just wanna shoot (shoot)
but my mom told me, “boy that is not cute”
and i’m tryna do some big sh-t i gotta prove
to her not you
to her not you
to her not you
to her not you
to her not you
to her not you
to her not you
to her not you

- lordan punk

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