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letra de 20lbs - starlito & mobsquad nard

[intro: starlito]
ahhh
hahaha
lito

[verse 1: starlito]
i ain’t goin live till they free kodak (yeah)
we be in the city on that dro, like where ya hoe at? (where ya hoe at?)
grind hard, i put that on my floor mat
i took it across the globe, and now my rookie card a throwback (lito)
? had a poster of a lamborghini diablo, now days i post up smoking tangerine gelato (lito)
i’m ducking police, dodging cameras, and these pot holes (ahh)
thuggin living fast like i don’t plan to see tomorrow
famous only fantasy insanity and sorrow (ahhh)
speaking to my fans, counting bans, bumpin nardo
you can be a cold k!lla, and still get your heart broke
know some rap n-ggas that met they plug watching narcos (watching narcos)
catch me in that thang, look like it came from out a car show
i been feeling strange so i keep changing my alarm codes
still got whatever that i bought for, bet (bet)
i’m an 84 vet, in an 84 vet, lito (lito)
pink label and this animal wet, pink t-tles and you ain’t paid for it yet
ole lady at my neck, goin crazy on the text
sh-t, dealing with this sh-t that just make me want my ex
what happened to that code that n-ggas say they going to respect
you n-ggas snitching on yourselves, giving statements on the net
i don’t know maybe its entertainment, i don’t get it (i don’t get it)
i’m trying get, what i can get, while i can get it
then exit when i’m ready

[verse 2: mob squad nard]
i’m good, offer me 20 pounds in a week (20 pounds in a week)
i give it to him like i got it, make a thousand a piece (thousand)
n-ggas ain’t really about they profit, they just clown for the freaks (clown for the freaks)
? i come through spitting 80 rounds, n-gga gonna sound the police (sound the police)
i be the cartier wearing, diamond grill, pull up in that a bonneville (skrrt)
ar in the night i’m still bury, she gon bunny hop i got the real carrots (real carrots)
i’m shinning, i’ve been grinding, like in the whip without the wheel bearings (itz dat)
me and lito smoking out the seal, its real berries (im blowning)
my eyes closed, i can still flair it i’m catching plays
pull up on my dr. phil, got the pills buried
them cookies on the napkins, well sell (skrrt)
i got my soldiers with me, and they rolling like a wheel chair
that still ready, (they still ready) them choppas on me, and they real heavy (real heavy)
they hate me cause they know my sk!ll set, i’m still deadly
a real n-gga (lito- yeah) they approach me like a real threat cause i f-ck with the real vets

[verse 3: starlito]
40 cal, 30 rounds underneath (30 rounds underneath)
he just jump out left 20 thousand on the seat (count it and see)
i f-cked around and smoked a pound last week, but that’s okay
i sold nineteen for like three thousand a piece
i’m in the streets, i track the package i don’t sign the receipt (you don’t sign receipt)
i ain’t got time, and i ain’t trying to compete
fly and hit my gang, then buy what i need (buy what i need)
i need something fine with me, finding my weed
need to know who not, and who really riding with me (riding with me)
never take my pride already got my privacy, obviously (obviously)
aghh
lito

- starlito mobsquad nard

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