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lazer dim 700 - boxhed lyrics

[intro]
f+ck, f+ck, f+ck, f+ck
i’m high as f+ck right now
f+ck, f+ck, f+ck, f+ck

[chorus]
n+gga pull a whole lot of racks out right now
three chains on, my neck a lil’ iced out
turn this sh+t up, finna burn down the f+ckin’ house
b+tch keep callin’ my phone
had to tell that ho i ain’t doin’ no cakin’
walkin’ down the road, under my arm, i got the glock, though
jumpin’ in the crowd, if i see smoke, act slow

[verse 1]
i’m a problem child, somehow i can rock those
sit the f+ck down, you makin’ that cap sh+t
f+cked up when they been screeching around sh+t
get behind the wheel, i might geek up this v6
i don’t f+ck with grammar, ain’t need it, i’m true with it
you gon’ get spinned, you talk with these n+ggas
ooh, just drop me off half double soon
b+tch gon’ top me off after i don’t do one
spin the b+tch every day, buy a umbrella
i want to break the b+tch, i’ll have my fun with her
anywhere wе go, push, know we got a gun with us
turnin’ sh+t only at the f+ckin’ function
smokin’ all this f+ckin’ dope, got thе munchies
all these b+tches wanna lean
whole lot of racks, whole lot of money
box a n+gga in, why you runnin’ from me? (f+ck, f+ck)
[chorus]
n+gga pull a whole lot of racks out right now
three chains on, my neck a lil’ iced out
turn this sh+t up, finna burn down the f+ckin’ house
b+tch keep callin’ my phone
had to tell that ho i ain’t doin’ no cakin’
walkin’ down the road, under my arm, i got the glock, though
jumpin’ in the crowd, if i see smoke, act slow

[verse 2]
i ain’t gotta tell lil’ twin to blow ’cause he on go
same p+ssy hatin’ in my comments be front row
why the f+ck a n+gga askin’ me? n+gga, i don’t know
i ain’t need too much, we ain’t puttin’ drip on it
every time i rap, it be weed and my earphones
everybody in my hood, i run out of flip+dots
champagne’s on the line, n+gga, but i’m n0body
dirty glock in my pants, probably got four bodies
seven grams goin’ for a dollar, you get most of it
bump down to my hood, got your ho in my hood
i love all my family, 12 know what’s up
up it out my pants, send this f+ck boy
p+ssy n+gga hit, he wanna fire me up
cl!ck the five+seven once just to test my luck
escaped it so i call the black truck
[chorus]
n+gga pull a whole lot of racks out right now
three chains on, my neck a lil’ iced out
turn this sh+t up, finna burn down the f+ckin’ house (burn down the f+ckin’ house)
b+tch keep callin’ my phone
had to tell that ho i ain’t doin’ no cakin’
walkin’ down the road, under my arm, i got the glock, though
jumpin’ in the crowd, if i see smoke, act slow

[outro]
f+ck f+ck
f+ck, f+ck
ayy, ayy, fire that sh+t up

- lazer dim 700 lyrics

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