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letra de lo horsemen lyrics (feat. thirstin howl iii, nymlo & meyhem lauren) - smoke dza

la musica de harry fraud

thirstin howl iii]
thirstin howl the iii
polo reeking
my double l’s always been tatted on my heart, it’s evident
i represent the evolution, so evolve or dissolve, it’s what it is right now. nym lo

1: nym lo]
h-llo to all, lo it all
lo the hat, shirt, pants, lo the drawers
lo the socks then lo the boots
it’s horses in the v too, i guess you say we lo’d the coupe
vroom! i’m a horseman for real my n-gg-
i cops out like i made a deal my n-gg-
know three things, i am vet and i am fresh
so when you see a n-gg- draped in all l, know that i am next
you never get that, just sit back
you know when i’m in denim supply, n-gg-s feelin’ so alive
or at the cr-p table making bets on black label
rlx and double rl too, matter of fact
we the rl cartel crew and i’m heavy with the animals, barbell zoo
they don’t call me nym lo for nothing
do you see a n-gg- stuntin’
causin’ mayhem in my lauren as i george kush the b-tton

yeah, one l, still means nothin’ without the other
the double l

2: meyhem lauren]
dipped like a mannequin from seven deuce and madison
snow beachin heavy cl-ssic, items known for matchin’ them
my outfits speak so loud that one could interact with ’em
so say i’m dressed to kill, see n-gg-s even clap for them
clap for what these polo items that i got
it’s no mystery, it’s history, east brooklyn lick a shot (blaow!)
rep two ls, drop jew-els, rep 2 ls
and shine like the jewels i drop in shirts that’s hot, uh
graphic prints, us mints, lo silk
keep it under the tints, picture me rollin’
pockets probably swolen, plus i’m possibly holdin’
f-ck bronze and silver, dog, my dress code is golden. what?

yeah, yeah
hey yo, the team is official, son
we got some double l athletes

3: smoke dza]
right, it’s the hors-m-n
ric, arn, ole and tully
little horse on my skully, all the hood rats love me
like lo sweat suits, one time for my nephew
light a nine gram bomber for my little n-gg- delli (rest in peace)
sip some reeseling, been lowed up since my feet swing
and my p wing like it’s a g thing
two ls n-gg-, we in the house, rugby, decent amount
denim bought to you by rachel and ralph
sh-t we be on it, bullsh-t don’t wanna speak on it
smellin’ like that green bottle with the three on it
make b-tches wanna get next to you, smokin’ on that extraterrestrial
watch wear, oyster perpetual n-gg-
turn the lights out
polo sport jerseys when it’s nice out
three series with the transparent top (where’d it go?)
lo to the socks, what’s the hatin’ about?
got nothin’ else to say, og, take ’em out

thirstin howl iii]
let them hate, smoke
everything they hate, they b-tches love, know what i mean?
they never knew how to understand why n-gg-s is so fly
lo life forever
my ls is my wings
like i said before, i ain’t fly no more
i’m skydiving status
throw me off the plane, that’s how lo lifes do
from the eighty eight greats
to the rest in peace to the lates
from now and then
always, to the end
cause we are the beginning once again
l for life, l for life
my ls for life

- smoke dza

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