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lazer dim 700 - ​fukk 26zombiez lyrics

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[intro]
f+ck, f+ck, f+ck, f+ck

[verse]
dynamite come out my bl!ck, you can’t duck it
get on that drank, i get big like lucki, firing sh+t, [?], forgot i was ugly
i could get my paws on anything, it ain’t nothing
raising your voice, why the f+ck you keep cussing?
wrap the sh+t too tight, that za pack be musty
you had first in the field, we have a concussion
i just go do it, i don’t plan or discuss it
come to the field, our department get ugly
you a sweet l!ck in my hood, we gon’ rush you
your chain be your bread, why the f+ck would you tuck it?
let little twin do it, let him score him a bucket
twelve pulled my hoodie, who the f+ck you getting rough with?
they ain’t know i had a toolie, [?], i snuck this
sit your ass down, boy, your uncle a ruckus
everybody chilling, man, i pop out on f+ck sh+t
do me a l!ck, then i hop on the bus quick
sh+t in my bl!ck hit your body, it shrеd up
ain’t touching money, got to get my little brеad up
walk with your head down, man, hold your little head up
you got a bl!ck, what the f+ck is you scared of?
drake in my pants at the show if they let me
pull up your fire, that’s a f+ck n+gga pet peeve
real trench, boy, i’ma have my fire on the jet ski
take my little body, told my artist to sketch me
ain’t talking about no money or no deal, don’t text me
n+gga ain’t wigging out, boy, you better tighten up
hit at your top, hollow give you a line up
shortcuts in my hood, twelve can’t find us
they took out your star, they f+cked up your lineup
real drank head, before i rap, poured a pint up
n+gga act cap, get clapped trying to pipe up
hollow pointers hit your drip, it bite stuff
he gon’ trip out with that fire, that boy, he might buss’
he gon’ wig out with that fire, that boy might buss’
i appreciate the love, but y’all f+ck n+ggas bite us
hot box stolo, pick a n+gga wife up
dark in my hood, got to hold my light up
you ain’t go and finish the drank, let me get that
n+gga think the [?] sweet, it got kick back
i was drugged out when i tatted my six pack
you made a wish, now you can’t get your wish back
i had it for you, your guns, you missed that
turn to my phones in my name, man
count that money, shoot the gun, same hands
in the bricks, now my mom cook out the same pans
why the f+ck the attention on me when i came in?
see me last night, i done popped out the same pants
post up with a bl!ck, this sauer 9 german
boy, you got a hand out, you didn’t even earn it, f+ck, f+ck



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