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harsh casino - lesson lyrics

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(intro)
aye, let’s goooo
yea, yea
ooo, ooo, yea
let’s go

(chorus)
i might pullin up on em wit a brand new smith and wesson

shootin like i’m curry, b+tch it’s 30 in the weapon

empty out a clip on em, i switch onto the f.n

know that i won’t miss i’m with some k!llas that be steppin

how is you alone, ain’t got no gang that you be reppin

i don’t wanna f+ck witcha how you ain’t get the message

flowing on these beats too hard, you’d think it’s my profession

they don’t want the smoke, there ain’t no opps that gon be testin

(verse 1)
rugar like a ruler, b+tch i’m bout a teach a lesson
spittin all this heat into the mic, no time for restin

when im finished getting to these bands, ain’t no more stressin

you don’t wanna see me winnin, i can tell from your expression

imma, imma, keep on runnin to the cash

you gon, you gon, b+tch you keep on staying mad

commas, commas, fillin all up in my bag

two door, two door, doin 80 on the dash

they keep runnin sh+t back, when i’m on the f+ckin track

hop out with the choppa then it’s singing “that’s a rack”

yea we gon attack, bringing .30’s and a mac

flipping em and moving em cuz i be pushing packs

vvs on my wrist and they be lighting up the dark

we just be so lit, we might just f+ck around and spark
he be lookin shady, man i think that he’s a narc

too much water on my neck, we might need noah’s ark

(chorus)
i might pullin up on em wit brand a new smith and wesson

shootin like i’m curry, b+tch it’s 30 in the weapon

empty out a clip on em, i switch onto the f.n

know that i won’t miss i’m with some k!llas that be steppin

how is you alone, ain’t got no gang that you be reppin

i don’t wanna f+ck witcha how you ain’t get the message

flowing on these beats too hard, you’d think it’s my profession

they don’t want the smoke, there ain’t no opps that gon be testin

(verse 2)
goin out the back and then i skrt off in a coupe

yes i got the racks, 20 thousand on the shoes
pull up in a drop and then i’m takin off the roof

don’t you try to play me, yea my shooters love to shoot

high up, we get down bad, i could down that

draco, 100 rounds at, in a compact

spit facts, you could sound that, how you found that

she left, and came round back, you ain’t bounce back

b+tch i’m never quitting, yea i’m always winning

first i hit the block, the it get to spinning

nah i can’t be sittin, ain’t have time to sit around when you in my position

man i’m always grinning, but you can’t see my face cuz i’m in bentleys that be tinted

aye, aye

i know dat this a hit, imma get dirty wit sticks

smokin the flame and its lit

casino gon f+ck on your b+tch!

yea

(chorus)
i might pullin up on em wit brand a new smith and wesson

shootin like i’m curry, b+tch it’s 30 in the weapon

empty out a clip on em, i switch onto the f.n

know that i won’t miss i’m with some k!llas that be steppin

how is you alone, ain’t got no gang that you be reppin

i don’t wanna f+ck witcha how you ain’t get the message

flowing on these beats too hard, you’d think it’s my profession

they don’t want the smoke, there ain’t no opps that gon be testin



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