24lik & 392 lil head - lik flow 3 lyrics
lik flow 3 lyrics
[intro: 24lik]
big 24 sh+t, n+gga
y’all know what the f+ck goin’ on
ain’t sh+t change, n+gga
glock still bang, chop still slang, lil’ n+ggas
[verse: 24lik]
boy, your b+tch gon’ bust down for these blue faces (on the gang)
all white kit and buffs, lil’ n+gga, who racist? (n+gga, who racist?)
i just bust all in her mouth, she need new braces (ooh+wee)
we done hit him all in his scalp, get a new taper (doo+doo+doo+doo)
n+ggas must be paralyzed, can’t get up and go and make pape’ (the f+ck?)
my b+tch’ll take a n+gga out, but she don’t do dates (grrah)
i just popped him in my real whip, i need a new plate (i need a new plate)
they said cali ain’t goin’ no more, i need a new state (i need a new state)
b+tch, i know how to play my role like larenz tate
had to go and cut my grass low ’cause these n+ggas snakes
b+tch, you better call in if you see them n+ggas on the 8
you can really ask boom, n+gga, how them b+tches taste
i got two b+tches, one a nurse, one in the trenches (yeah)
like the drac’ missin’ a tooth, boy, this b+tch’ll get to spittin’ (doo+doo+doo+doo)
i like percs and bars, but sometimes i do the mixin’
you be in my comments d+ck suckin’, you ain’t even from the mitten
every n+gga with me steppin’, b+tch, you know we do the k!llin’ (we all steppin’)
they put four holes in his head, now that n+gga look like krillin (doo+doo+doo+doo)
sent his ass to the birds, now that lil’ boy a pigeon (hah)
had to hit that because i heard she got a lot of cakes (ooh+wee)
like summer school classes, boy, i got a lot of pape’
i’ll pull up with my big squad and drop a lot of apes
this b+tch’ll make you light+headed, you ain’t gotta vape
when these b+tches roll out, you better bounce, don’t even try to skate (get it?)
b+tch, i’m smokin’ med men, don’t hit my line if it ain’t ’bout band+bands
i’m rollin off them xan+xans, don’t even try it, i’ma blam+blam (rollin’)
so many shots just let off, it got the neighbors like, “godd+mn”
it got the neighbors like, “godd+mn”
pua over, it’s time to go back to the real scammin’ (ooh)
call my gifties peanut b+tter, ’cause these b+tches still jammin’ (bing)
unc’ down the way with dog and his line still slammin’ (rrr)
hit his ass with .223s, now that n+gga hairline slantin’ (hah)
suppressor on the glock, this b+tch sound like a p+ssy fart
brand new whips, all our sh+t be push+to+start (skrrt, skrrt)
come take a look in our trap, this b+tch like a mini mart (skrrt)
nah, never mind, bruh, you might be with the narcs
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