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letra de lake of fire - luxsuii

[verse 1: harle]
ah, i roll up and count my guap
poppin’ sh-t it’s mental
so bizarre, f-ck with a star and now that b-tch can’t let go
i’m not tryna settle down, you know i’m tryna get more
money, gas, and adderall, stuff it all in my bag hoe
if you actin’ outta line, you get popped like a benzo
toatin’ sh-t like columbine, ain’t never go to class though
i rip sh-t up, you see a fiend, i see a bag
i can’t f-ck with normie hoes, need all my b-tches bad
i need me a lil’ cougar hoe wit’ a sick pad to crash
you walk up in the spot, and all them b-tches, they just laugh
smoke so much weed, my signals f-cked, i d-mn near just lagged
i got 4 b-tches on go, you don’t get p-ssy you just beg
uh, yuh, woah, oh, woah, woah, woah
baby i’m- baby i’m- baby i’m not one to f-cking play
i get money, i been juggin’, count it up like everyday
b-tch i’m f-cking up thе city, give a f-ck about the stakes
i been off thе sh-t for like 2 weeks, came down, like what’s the date? (ah)
like what’s the date? (ah)
like what’s the date? (ah)
what’s the date- came- came down like what’s the date?

[verse 2: luxsuii]
tryna f-ck with harle, like a plug-in you get cracked
how you talking on me when i f-ckin’ put you on the map?
pull up to the f-ckin’ function, b-tch i’m dressed up in all black
yea, you know i’m toatin’ blades, b-tch you get stabbed just like a tack
b-tch you know i’m toatin’ poles, i’m toatin’ sh-t like columbine
told that b-tch unless she let me hit, do not hit up my f-ckin’ line
me and harle stackin’ hundreds, while you barely countin’ f-ckin’ dimes
b-tch you know that i don’t play, 9×19 leave you paralyzed
posted in my h-ll house, cross the lake of fire
don’t give a f-ck about no b-tch, but i’m the one that she desire
b-tch you know i keep that pole, gon’ make him sing just like a choir
we been up for 3 days, we ain’t ever gettin’ tired
swore my whole life that i can’t fold
talk on me, we sn-tch your d-mn soul
just like a blunt you gettin’ rolled, just like a cig you gettin’ smoked
all my diamonds f-cking glow, i know i said that sh-t before but i just had to let you know
tryna f-ck with harle, like a plug-in you get cracked
how you talking on me when i f-ckin’ put you on the map?
pull up to the f-ckin’ function, b-tch i’m dressed up in all black
yea, you know i’m toatin’ blades, b-tch you get stabbed just like a tack
b-tch you know i’m toatin’ poles, i’m toatin’ sh-t like columbine
told that b-tch unless she let me hit, do not hit up my f-ckin’ line
me and harle stackin’ hundreds, while you barely countin’ f-ckin’ dimes
b-tch you know that i don’t play, 9×19 leave you paralyzed

- luxsuii

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