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letra de lights out feat. vfl escobar - magzzz

(intro : vfl escobar)

boom
b-tch
villain
k!ller

(chorus : vfl escobar)

aye, i’ll ball on a b-tch like the nba
i got thirty-five glocks that shoot where you stay
i got hunned’ sum hitmans come where you lay
imma real k!ller lil b-tch you ask and you pay
i wake up and open my eyes like [?]
spin five times on yo block like who cry today
wake up and f-ck on yo hoe like who lie today
wake up and look at the news like who eyes i ate

(verse 1 : vfl escobar)

wake up and look at the news like who eyes i ate
(k!ll k!ll k!ll murder)
i was 13 out thеre with a burner
i’m feeling like nudy lil b-tch i’ll burn ya
just likе rodney lil b-tch i’ll turn ya
he so slaw lil b-tch i’ll earn ya
he so slaw gon fake with a burner
he so slaw gon fake with a burner
he so slaw gon fake with a burner
forty-four glocks for a n-gga wanna turn ya
hunned’ sum shots for a n-gga wanna turn ya
hunned’ sum shots for a n-gga wanna turn ya
for a n-gga wanna turn ya
for a n-gga wanna turn ya
for a n-gga wanna turn ya
i’ll shoot up ya house give a f-ck where you stay
i’m all about my chips like i’m working for lays
so much coke i could sell for days
yeah i’m in the east i’m making plays
i get money split it both ways
i get money split it both ways
(chorus : vfl escobar)

(magzzz & vfl escobar)

aye, aye aye aye aye aye aye aye

(verse 2: magzzz)
i got straps on me
i’m back broski
gon’ be sleeping well when i blast on you
on beast mode
i got heat on me and i’m k!lling all of these beats homie
i say f-ck a mention i grow on my own
grind as a jit i was younger than most
and i’m hopping on beats and i’m turning up
shows
now i laugh in your face while i’m blowing up os

trap pack imma hit a l!ck with it
back pack pull up with a stick in it
hatch back rollie on my wrist hit it
that mad hit you in your sh-t with it
and i’m stunting my luis
hang with k!llers they rocking the gucci
all my homies pull up for your loonies
after that hit up b-tches for coochie
my whip it’s blacked out
with our masks out
we gon’ feed you well in the trap house
and we lash out on a bath salt
imma slit my wrist till i pass out
imma f-ck em’ up in the back now
hit me one time and they black out
and the straps out in a flash now
you gon see the way that we act now

- magzzz

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