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l-dot - warm up sesh lyrics

in the back of the van, yeah
(come on l+dot, don’t stop there)
yo
this is how it goes
you got warned
you see me holdin up the spliff, innit, yeah
this the best rap, get fricked innit, yeah
then i whip the fat tings
then i say to my doggy “let’s go get the money and tings yeah”
i will murk you fatty
if you wanna see me beat you get the beef brewing and the bulldog
trust me, i don’t care you nique cause pump up with the s+xy gal, yeah
i could peak up in cum, ya, yeah
on the road and i don’t care
yo, just put the green straight in there, pass me the weed
(yo, it’s l+dot)
(goin in, as always)
yo, this the vibin ting mate
me and dem are gonna get onto some nasty stuff
yo, let me k!ll em with the smacks
yea, weed, yea, i just got that
don’t care if i get into 500 pounds in debt
yeah, at least you know that you gettin rekt
rekt, no regrets
yeah, no regrets, no regrets
just feelin fly and feelin the best cause i be like
(bro get em)
(show em, l+dot)
smokin a zoot, i’m comin at em with the knife
and i sip f+ckin hennessy & lean with all the ice
(much inspiration, man)
inspiration
(ya know what’s up fam)
extra zoot
(yo wagwan)
b+tch, murk the b+tch, let’s just f+ck the b+tch, f+ck the b+tch
(this is just a warm up, yeah?)
yeah
k!ll the snitch
k!llin it
(man’s talkin sh+t, f+ck big narstie)
f+ck em
f+ck the b+tch
wake up in the mornin with her head then i wake up with her ripped tonsils in bed
yo, take some tabs
smokin that boy, in illinois
man i ain’t finished
vendetta
i’mma transcenda (transcenda)
lemme ride up, i’ll k!ll narstie like i did back in december
got revenge on an asian and black flight (black flight)
(k!ll em fam) yeah, see me ride in my bugatti (rollin another one bro)
who the f+ck is this guy big narstie
roll around in a buggati, yeah
gonna slap dat b+tch, yeah
yo
seein dem very shook
stressed me out
f+ck this
let’s just ride around
on the street, man’s a creeper
f+ck big narstie (sick), he’s a paedo, not a teacher
cause he not gone to college
i got the street knowledge when i ride up, i’ll get you murked
better improve your bars & stuff, cause i go to college, then i ride up
who really gives a f+ck
when i get the gun shot
yeah, when i giz a strap, man you get dropped off
five hits at ya, and i don’t really give a f+ck
leave a da man dead
i got the lighta
(you know l+dot always goin in)
(yooo)
(yeah back at it again)
(he gonna steal that airship from narstie, yeah we still waitin)
still waitin (still waitin, yo)
(narstie probly never heard it yet, it’s an exclusive, yeah)
(back garden ting)
back garden ting, he likes stuff
and he got onto the road, high life, on the road, high life live it all da way (all da way)
(tell em dawg)
(still smoking, yeah)
wait till i get to da booth, yeah, that’s a next level
(that’s a next my workout)
let em move
yo, yo, yo, it’s like my version
big narstie, anyone ever heard him (heard him)
yeah, when i ride up, leave em on the curfew, like a f+cking helicopta’s doctas
there’s no nurses
lemme ride up, lemme k!ll these verses
my eye will see, i’m tryna get all my n+ggas stylin g (stylin g)
(murk it)
that n+gga said aisle peak
yo
i’m gonna k!ll big narstie
sippin icy cold lean
just pass me the weed, lemme get the best trees, lemme get weeds
lemme put in trees, the weed outside cuz man is getting high
i need to stack up my paper
really don’t give two f+cks about a doo broke hater
(f+ckin broke hater)

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