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leyendarob - ticket lyrics

[intro: yt lik]
kage my clan, n+gga
d+mn, d+mn, uh, yeah, uh
d+mn, d+mn, uh, let’s go (l+l+leyenda!)
uh, uh, d+mn, d+mn, uh, yeah, yeah, go, go

[hook: yt lik]
hop up out that car, you know we got shots for them n+ggas
yeah man f+ck all them smith & wesson, hop out, glocks up on them n+ggas
i’m as real that sh+t get you , ask ya b+tch about me n+gga
aye bruh go get that free car, we bout to go spin right on them n+ggas
lil b+tch, we hoppin out that four door, f+ck a coupe, i’m bout to drake they ass
and f+ck you think we got these beams up on these guns, we ain’t gotta chase they ass
man all these beams up on these guns, this sh+t ain’t fun, it look like laser tag
you say you get paper? i dig it
wеll sh+t i’m tryna run up a ticket, get all my men out thе trenches

[verse: yt lik]
bruce lee+bruce lee, watch how i kick it
b+tches be all on my d+ck, but i know that they fishy
look, my b+tch say that i’m tripping
my b+tch she know that i be dripping, water pacific
i’m in the trap with a couple of robbers (yeah)
look at me wrong i might shoot at your father (go)
b+tch i been thuggin since i was a toddler
i don’t got no problems, hakuna matata
you shot at your n+ggas cause you think you tough
he got some lil static cause i had to shock him
they don’t [?] cause they know that it’s up
b+tch all on my d+ck and i don’t wanna f+ck
rob throw on the beat, watch the kid f+ck it up
who talked about me? i’mma f+ck they block up
sh+t really gon stink when i hop out the car
uh, d+mn, d+mn, d+mn, uh!
[hook: yt lik]
hop up out that car, you know we got shots for them n+ggas
yeah man f+ck all them smith & wesson, hop out, glocks up on them n+ggas
i’m as real that sh+t get you , ask ya b+tch about me n+gga
aye bruh go get that free car, we bout to go spin right on them n+ggas
lil b+tch, we hoppin out that four door, f+ck a coupe, i’m bout to drake they ass
and f+ck you think we got these beams up on these guns, we ain’t gotta chase they ass
man all these beams up on these guns, this sh+t ain’t fun, it look like laser tag
you say you get paper? i dig it
well sh+t i’m tryna run up a ticket, get all my men out the trenches

[outro: yt lik]
you say you get paper? i dig it
well sh+t i’m tryna run up a ticket, get all my men out the trenches
bruce lee, watch how i kick it
b+tches be all on my d+ck, but i know that they fishy
look, my b+tch say that i’m tripping
my b+tch she know that i be dripping, water pacific
d+mn, d+mn, d+mn, uh!

- leyendarob lyrics

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