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lazer dim 700 - black ops ii lyrics

[intro]
(littfroy)
(staxkk)
ayy, watch out
ayy, watch out
ayy, watch out

[verse]
you cap, you act like you don’t see this sh+t on me
who the f+ck that, i ain’t even peep your big homie
you ain’t practice for a week, you get ate by opponent
racks wouldn’t even fit, why would i keep that sh+t on me
i gotta take these guns back to the glock house
drac’ in the sprayground, easy to equip
pillow talk to the ho, now you owe me three zips
i get one clue, now i feel like you playing with me
told lil’ twin to trap, now he keep him a strain or three
want all that fussin’, you done used up your energy
told fine sh+t, “that sh+t hittin'”, she a fan of me
already knowin’, why you feel like you gettin’ over
hit the whip sidеways, this b+tch d+mn near tipped over
rеally tryna wig, tryna make this b+tch flip over
lil twin can hit, he feel like he balboa
lost in the sauce, these n+gga here beethoven
her bed got sp+ce, told my fine sh+t to get over
i need some sp+ce, this stick like to free aim
old heads always talkin’, they call it free game
pills, weed and drank so there three thing
how the h+ll you trap and you ain’t got no change
ash some sh+t out, now his folks wanna explain
watch what i drank, i ain’t throwin’ back anything
put on this drip, i can make drip anything
know i’m havin’ [?], so i keep .223 bl!cks with me
n+gga look up, n+gga always try look down
[?]

- lazer dim 700 lyrics

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