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letra de me - thf lil law

[intro]
(twelvo made this sh-t bang)

[chorus]
them, all of them layin’ low and they ain’t f-ckin’ with him
him, one of them ones for real, when they mentionin’ him, they talkin’ ’bout me
me, jump out the v on the opps’ street dumpin’ the g tryna get me a b
look at how i took the streets, they ain’t want me to eat, them n-ggas wouldn’t vouch for me

[verse]
n-ggas can tweak, i’m with whatever, you’ll never hear law was out makin’ no peace
i’m in the streets and i keep my heat, alone, i ride with like three
arp, a n-gga can come if he want, i’ma send his ass to ar leaks, he’ll be buried on 115th
reunite him with his partner we took, we done went up a deuce in a week
glock in my palms, twenty-five k on my arm
thirty k on the cuban, another twenty k on the charm, who f-ckin’ with me?
trench n-gga, no deal, fifty k, twin can twirl and twist on the white tee
i used to be in the back of the back of the back
plannin’ sh-t, ain’t n0body listen to me
waited my moment, i listened to me
i’m in the front of sh-t now
i got carly and i control sh-t on the p, i should sit down with p
back to the p, when sosa ‘nem slide and glide, they listen to me
shorty ‘nem neat, hop out, do this sh-t all on beat and it’s free
don’t make me throw in a glee and a couple of gs
secure out west, i’m with the tallest ts
good crosswestern, didn’t get my calls from jess, he know i ain’t got out the streets
still in the hood with the cs
on wells, i’m pourin’ up heavy codeine
my hip is totin’ a fully machine
thf, i’m still gettin’ a feel for this sh-t
tell ’em to bring me my cleats
i already got the hot car, grab that key
you finna ride, then grab your glee
we ain’t goin’ in ’til one of them n-ggas dead and lay underneath
he fled, but he got hit in his head
he was left dead on the scene
[chorus]
them, all of them layin’ low and they ain’t f-ckin’ with him
him, one of them ones for real, when they mentionin’ him, they talkin’ ’bout me
me, jump out the v on the opps’ street dumpin’ the g tryna get me a b
look at how i took the streets, they ain’t want me to eat, them n-ggas wouldn’t vouch for me

- thf lil law

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