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letra de lakers - rico cartel

[intro]
(realrichmoney chasin’ that bag, n-gga)
(d-mn, spancy)

[chorus: rico cartel]
got back right back to it, what you think i’m doin’?
b-tch, i’m out here zoolin’, better pray we don’t get into it
i can’t rock with actors, b-tch, i rock with smackers
can’t fit in with these rappers, all that other sh-t don’t matter
two-four, i’m a laker, i just need my jersey
step out clean on the scene, but my pistol dirty
two-four, i’m a laker, i just need my jersey
step out clean on the scene, but my pistol dirty

[verse 1: rico cartel]
put your dog in motion, don’t leave him in the ocean
i still be city rollin’, these people say i’m chosen
maneuver, keep it koshеr, i’m smoother than some lotion
and when you gеttin’ to that bread, you gotta keep a toaster
i’m back on adderall, i pull up, then i’m smashin’ off
i got my check up, i ain’t stressin’ ’bout a bag at all
no need to brag at all, ’cause i know i’m a boss
it took some time to get on, we never fallin’ off
i put it on the line, i put in overtime
yeah, i gotta have it, yeah, i know it’s mine
hit his front line, don’t pass the gun line
my n-gga movin’ h-lla weight, he like to pump iron
[chorus: rico cartel & big30]
got back right back to it, what you think i’m doin’?
b-tch, i’m out here zoolin’, better pray we don’t get into it
i can’t rock with actors, b-tch, i rock with smackers
can’t fit in with these rappers, all that other sh-t don’t matter
two-four, i’m a laker, i just need my jersey
step out clean on the scene, but my pistol dirty
two-four, i’m a laker, i just need my jersey
step out clean on the scene, but my pistol dirty (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)

[verse 2: big30]
ayy, we dangerous, you can die tryna take somethin’ from 30 (30)
can’t be f-cked with in my city, streetwise, i’m a virgin (this sh-t get ugly)
really came from nothin’, wipin’ my forces with detergent (nothin’)
now i wear them b-tches once, srt what we swervin’ (sh-t ain’t nothin’)
i feel like kobe in his prime, i so i poured up an eight (wock’, wock’, wock’)
brand-new gen5 got a body on it somewhere in a lake (threw away that glock)
chopper protect me each and every day, appreciate the drac’ (blrrrd)
won’t hesitate with this six-two, try to run and you gon’ get chased (blrrrd, blrrrd)
spent the whole covid like a ninja, glock and a facemask (masked up)
caught him in the store, squared him up, beat the brakes off his lil’ ass (we beat his ass up)
all these attachments on this rifle like a created class (blrrrd)
when he died, that wasn’t enough, hit up the wake, funeral, and the repass (big blrrrd)

[outro: big30]
got back right back to it, what you think i’m doin’?
b-tch, i’m out here zoolin’, better pray we don’t get into it
i can’t rock with actors, b-tch, i rock with jackers
k!ll you, send your ass to the motherf-ckin’ pastor

- rico cartel

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