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letra de doctor - zem (lnt)

[verse 1: wilson]
oldhead rapping about rapping, give a f-ck about your flow, b-tch
i don’t brag about it and you still know i got more b-tch
that b-tch got some ass so i just told her hit the floor, b-tch
but she kept on yapping, had to kick her out the door, b-tch
oh sh-t, oh sh-t, he thought i wouldn’t notice
that he was talking sh-t about me and my whole clique
you f-ckin with zem, you f-ckin’ with witecrow, you f-ckin’ with lil wilson
i got patients up on payroll and you know they bring the pills in

[chorus: wilson]
fiends gon’ take they pick
we ain’t lacin’ with no sh-t
you not facing any zips and you not hitting any l!cks
fiends gon’ take they pick
we ain’t lacin’ with no sh-t
you not facing any zips and you not hitting any l!cks

[verse 2: zem]
you ain’t hittin’ any l!cks
you see me bust out with my bl!ck
i’m ridin’ out with wilson and the crow and lnt the clique
i got that flow so sick that i know they gonna notice
rappers say they know ball but they really do not know sh-t
roasted, b-tch i’m on your block, yeah you know i’m posted
see me on the corner tuck your chain b-tch like oh sh-t
toasted, i got all that pack i’m gettin’ toasted
b-tch i smoke that gas, oh god i love to f-ckin’ roll it
cross joints, 3.5s, yeah you know i smoke that
backwoods, tree pines, all my blunts they rolled fat
trichomes, green lime, yeah you know i smoke gas
you be smokin’ brick weed, could never smoke your trash pack
i really cannot stand up so i had to hit the doctor
wilson gave the hookup, yeah you know he do it proper
doctor, doctor i need them f-ckin’ percs
been takin’ kratom, oh but that sh-t don’t really work!
i been puttin’ in the work and wearin’ lnt my shirt
i’m gon’ make this sh-t be heard until i’m layin’ in the dirt
hit up witecrow with the birds and now he flyin’ ‘bove the church
and when them f-ckin’ bells ring, it’s time get too f-ckin’ turnt
i been on some marbs and i been smokin’ on that f-ckin’ gas pack
your crew bunch of snitches, b-tch you pull up like the rat pack
shawty wanna pull up on me sh-t you know i tapped that
i been on your block you know the one i f-ckin’ trap at
[chorus: wilson]
fiends gon’ take they pick
we ain’t lacin’ with no sh-t
you not facing any zips and you not hitting any l!cks
fiends gon’ take they pick
we ain’t lacin’ with no sh-t
you not facing any zips and you not hitting any l!cks

- zem lnt

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