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letra de new lakers - paintboy kd

[intro]
gang
gang, gang, gang
squad

[chorus]
yall n-gga bluffin’, frontin’
broke ass n-ggas ain’t out here gettin’ no money
clamin’ you the shooter on your gram
but you duke a bunch of n-ggas, ain’t never got it on you on public
yall n-ggas bustas, suckas
n-ggas that you run with nd’ all your dead homies? f-ck em
harder than a blunt, when yall see a real n-gga in the streets? yall n-ggas ain’t gon’ do nothin
yall n-gga b-tches, snitches
n-ggas talk the most sh-t, but won’t do sh-t like [?]
my n-ggas wit it, i don’t give a f-ck where you from; any one of yall n-ggas can get it
yall n-ggas hater, traitor
f-ggot as f-ck boy, n-ggas ain’t gettin’ no beta
my n-ggas gang, money move
major pbe, move hard b-tch we the new lakers

[verse 1]
yall n-ggas goofy, fruity
d-ck nd’ the booty ass n-ggas is sweeter than coochie
you ain’t from the hood, you just tryina be o dog n-gga
but this ain’t no m-th- f-ckin’ movie
i’ll run down on a opp, put thе pump to his melonin; nd’ turn his whole face to a smoothiе
fired by lucy, hadda dirty mom inna a alley
smoked out, cracked out like oogie
like f-ck your baby
if your lil b-tch a kd fan, never trust your lady
if she at the dm’s n-gga, on chris; on mom [?]
i’m warnin’ you b-tch, my shooters done came out
h-lla thunk, get ready to order this d-ck
got head from the west to the east, all you gon’ see is green
nd’ some red, nd’ some orange in this b-tch
all dope action, follow a n-gga to his crib
catch his whole fam out on lack
thirty gonna blast, anybody tryina flee? catch a thirty eye’d six
thats lost, go back
yall n-ggas f-ggot, still ride round with the pumps
see a opp? hit the brakes, start blastin’
come to the way, blowin’ on a opp pack
walked up, slapped the f-cked n-gga right in his casket
[chorus]
yall n-gga bluffin’, frontin’
broke ass n-ggas ain’t out here gettin’ no money
clamin’ you the shooter on your gram
but you duke a bunch of n-ggas, ain’t never got it on you on public
yall n-ggas bustas, suckas
n-ggas that you run with nd’ all your dead homies? f-ck em
harder than a blunt, when yall see a real n-gga in the streets? yall n-ggas ain’t gon’ do nothin
yall n-gga b-tches, snitches
n-ggas talk the most sh-t, but won’t do sh-t like [?]
my n-ggas wit it, i don’t give a f-ck where you from; any one of yall n-ggas can get it
yall n-ggas hater, traitor
f-ggot as f-ck boy, n-ggas ain’t gettin’ no beta
my n-ggas gang, money move
major pbe, move hard b-tch we the new lakers

[verse 2]
fall get smoked
even if the b-tch popped off, she can still f-ck around nd’ get choked
heard she get thoat bout some fat ass nut in her mouth
pop up, f-ck around nd’ get go
maybe i won’t, heard her talkin’ to her n-gga
he say that he one his way home
when he come in? imma lay the n-gga down
“don’t move” -boom boom-
drop two in his dome
stain gang n-gga
throw your hood in the m-th- f-ckin’ air if you gang bang n-gga
i’ll drill a greek nd’ a blood boy, don’t give a f-ck
sh-ts in the same gang n-gga
im the grim reaper, i’m nico jenkins
i better not blow if i think you can be it
stand nd’ just laugh nd’ dump out my ashes
waitin’ nd’ watchin nd’ for him, its not breathin’
[chorus]
yall n-gga bluffin’, frontin’
broke ass n-ggas ain’t out here gettin’ no money
clamin’ you the shooter on your gram
but you duke a bunch of n-ggas, ain’t never got it on you on public
yall n-ggas bustas, suckas
n-ggas that you run with nd’ all your dead homies? f-ck em
harder than a blunt, when yall see a real n-gga in the streets? yall n-ggas ain’t gon’ do nothin
yall n-gga b-tches, snitches
n-ggas talk the most sh-t, but won’t do sh-t like [?]
my n-ggas wit it, i don’t give a f-ck where you from; any one of yall n-ggas can get it
yall n-ggas hater, traitor
f-ggot as f-ck boy, n-ggas ain’t gettin’ no beta
my n-ggas gang, money move
major pbe, move hard b-tch we the new lakers

[outro]
(lets get it)
(lets get it)
(clown ass n-gga)
(haha, that sh-t gon’ be hard)
(did you get that?)

- paintboy kd

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