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letra de lululemon - rell vert

[intro: rell vert]
(d-mn, drako, you made this?)
(lil’ fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
alright, alright, alright
alright, lil vert, alright

[chorus: rell vert]
i’ll k!ll a n-gga in public
you had your gun you, ain’t blow nothin’
the drac’ went off, them boys started duckin’
if i see 12, got the wheel, i’ma dust ’em
lil scoom wanna slide, i’ma slide like f-ck it
homicide on y’all side, we scorin’ a bucket
i f-cked this b-tch, gave her back like nothin’
ain’t really tryna kick it, grab the ball, i’m puntin’
that n-gga too broke, i know that he frontin’
i’m lookin’ for opps, i’m out here just huntin’
post up on the block like andre drummond
we blitz from all ways, he ain’t see us comin’
i’m the type n-gga shoot, you the type that’s runnin’
can’t cuff these hoes, these b-tches be nothin’
five shots to the stomach, make a b-tch n-gga vomit
ever time you get back, guarantee you that’s a promise

[verse 2: lil scoom89 & rell vert]
tell our opps get back, but they not on nothin’
i can slide with a drac’, but i got me a b-tton (grrah)
every time an opp die, roll ’em up in a russian
just popped me a perc’, two 10s, i’m bustin’
might fly out to philly and kick it with dul, we both know an opp died eatin’ mcnuggets
right now in the stu’ takin’ vids of my b-tch, can’t post on ig, they’ll think i’m cuffin’
got hoes eatin’ d-ck for lululemon
splat just got a car, we all up in it
opps out, two cars, eight deep, we spinnin’ (grr, come here)
i can be in the hills, but i’m still in the trenches
ain’t focused on rap ’cause i’m out here bendin’ (come here, come here)
don’t think i’m a hero, i’m more like a villain (grrah)
once we bailed out the car, he was fallin’ and trippin’ (come here)
can’t change my ways, i’m in love with the k!llin’ (come here, come here)
we on a hit, just me and vert
i don’t want the p-ssy if you can’t squirt
i ain’t no cheater, i’m more like a flirt
b-tton on the back, a three round burst (grrah)
i got bad hoes pullin’ up they skirt
he was dissin’ the gang, got put on a shirt (grrah)
knew an opp in the wall and an opp in the dirt
up 30 in the stu’, tweakin’ off (lil vert)
[chorus: rell vert]
i’ll k!ll a n-gga in public
you had your gun you, ain’t blow nothin’
the drac’ went off, them boys started duckin’
if i see 12, got the wheel, i’ma dust ’em
lil scoom wanna slide, i’ma slide like f-ck it
homicide on y’all side, we scorin’ a bucket
i f-cked this b-tch, gave her back like nothin’
ain’t really tryna kick it, grab the ball, i’m puntin’
that n-gga too broke, i know that he frontin’
i’m lookin’ for opps, i’m out here just huntin’
post up on the block like andre drummond
we blitz from all ways, he ain’t see us comin’
i’m the type n-gga shoot, you the type that’s runnin’
can’t cuff these hoes, these b-tches be nothin’
five shots to the stomach, make a b-tch n-gga vomit
ever time you get back, guarantee you that’s a promise

- rell vert

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