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letra de lay down - mad clip

[verse 1: mad clip]
my life is like a movie, b-tch i’m starring ’till the day i die
mind on my toolie so i always keep it by my side
put to sleep, lullabies
pull the trigger, shots fired
in the circle, got it too
f-ck around like mr. [?]
smoking on that sour while i’m drinking on this liquor
got me zoning on my dreams, i’m trying to live a better picture
b-tch i’m talking ’bout my dreams
ain’t talking ’bout just being rich
a b-tch corrupted by the evil
hope my music reached the people
regardless of my ambitions, i’m just living all-illegal
moving like a crooked crow, fly-er than a seagull
bezzles on the watch
crown on thе rollie, i ain’t f-cking with no swatch
don’t believе me? b-tch watch
my plan is to blow
take over new york, then i’m going for the globe
take over the world
i can do it on my own
ay let’s f-ck a gang, b-tch i’m shooting for the dome
get your ass gone
[chorus: mad clip, garf]
f-cking with that glam, thc got me cautious
motherf-ck around, aim that gun to your conscious
lay your ass down (down)
lay your ass down (yeah)
lay your ass down
lay your ass down (uh huh)

[chorus: mad clip, garf]
f-cking with that glam, thc got me cautious (yeah, yo m.a.d.)
motherf-ck around, aim that gun to your conscious ([?])
lay your ass down (we’re here ni–a)
lay your ass down (uh huh)
lay your ass down
lay your ass down

[verse 2: garf]
last to sleep
first up before the crack of dawn
million-dollar dreams [?] before i’ll earn a hole
if every dollar got a [?] pounds of weight
machine gang, i’m repping queens ’till my dying day
that’s fast life, got to my destination
i’m on a paper trail, getting money is the motivation
i choose to stay nameless so the reaper can’t find me
and all my ni–as [?], so watch your mouth when you come around me
my whole team, off the chain like amistad
our block is hotter than a summer-run in winter-time
sour in a dutchie got me higher than a sp-ceship
and nowadays everybody’s on their fake sh-t
the path to paradise [?] on the way to h-ll
before i live broke, i’d rather [?] up in a jail cell
i was pushed to h-ll and back, that’s the lebron flow
money eases the pain, [?] my hustle ’til my time to go, ni–a
[chorus: mad clip]
f-cking with that glam, thc got me cautious
motherf-ck around, aim that gun to your conscious
lay your ass down
lay your ass down
lay your ass down
lay your ass down

[chorus: mad clip]
f-cking with that glam, thc got me cautious
motherf-ck around, aim that gun to your conscious
lay your ass down
lay your ass down
lay your ass down
lay your ass down

- mad clip

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