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letra de be good or be good at it - ly (lacombe youngins)

[verse 1: $lim gucci]
got my polo drawers on, b-tches on my iphone
wearing nylon, not another sad song
in arizona, in a coma, pop a hunna something somas
marijuana burnin’ ‘cerning all the neighbors
smell the ‘roma
i’m lika ‘rona
i’m contagious
never basic, complacent
like i don’t wanna f-cking face it
all this trauma, rather lace it with the xans
milligrams in my blunt, f-cking face it
chasin’, ducking out on a couch
memories erase ’em
i’m a skinny phatboy
tryna figure where the dope at
big slat, big mack, tell ’em where the hoes at
northside, fo’ flat, playa get yo’ wig split
cop k!ller league, motherf-cker we some misfits
motherf-cker this the business
p-ssies on my wishlist
blood on my chain
slimmy bang double digits
west bank k!lla from the river or the trenches
f-cked up liver, codeine in my mentions
got a b-tch goin’ on and on
fentanyl on my cig, sipping styrofoam
tell her swallow my kids or just move along
get the pack, then i flip, touchdown end zone, i’m on
[verse 2: ?]
it’s a stick-up, boy got hiccups
trappin’ in the camry like, i don’t know, a gorilla
f-ckin’ up your dealer, soft-faced k!lla
ain’t no money on me, i might go a pop a seala
brown eyes like bieber, someone hook me up with a cleaver
trending all around me, women open up my femur
dirty on me, filthy dollars
bullets, bullets, fifty, fifty
two for ten, eleven down and left it on girod, yuh
good boy with a bad habit
all i know is, be good or be good at it
feel the pressure, it ain’t ’bout static
kick rhymes, make the dawgs go illmatic
gold t–th with my chain sw-ngin’
i ain’t even tryna act like i been g-ngb-ngin’
mommy used to drop me off when i was fake slangin’
brodie used to pick me up until i quit hangin’

- ly lacombe youngins

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