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li set – 24 lyrics

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[intro: li set]

n+gga keep f+cking up
ktl and we throwing sh+lls b+tch
let’s go deezy
let’s rock out

[hook 1: li set]
i’m going up, elevator
if a n+gga want smoke i’m gonna crack like kobe
b+tch, i’m a dog like toby
like li heat, i’m going straight in
got a nine, c+ck it back, put your face in
hop out the cut like jason
if it ain’t about money, i ain’t chasing
i see something i like and i take it
you ain’t living life, you faking
shoot up my crib, leave it vacant
i’m f+cking your b+tch and she shaking
i’m stabbing her, she call me set meyers
i’m in the booth and the booth on fire
spin on my opp block like a tire

[verse 1: li set]
ice on me, she cold, freezie
n+gga want smoke, get smoked like reefer
i pop a perk and i swear like a preacher
i’m in the court, your b+tch ass in the bleachers
you wear the same fit everyday like a teacher
n+ggas be b+tches, divas
i’m like john cena, these n+ggas can’t see me
n+gga want smoke, put his b+tch ass on tv
[hook]
i’m going up, elevator
if a n+gga want smoke i’m gonna crack like kobe
b+tch, i’m a dog like toby
like li heat, i’m going straight in
got a nine, c+ck it back, put your face in
hop out the cut like jason
if it ain’t about money i ain’t chasing
i see something i like and i take it
you ain’t living life, you faking
shoot up my crib, leave it vacant
i’m f+cking your b+tch and she shaking
i’m stabbing her, she call me set meyers
i’m in the booth and the booth on fire
spin on my opp block like a tire

[verse 2: ktl deezy]
i pop out with and sticks, not glocks
a f+ck n+gga, we rock out
he don’t want smoke, he cop out
f+ck a b+tch once, she get put out and locked out
i got a glock with motherf+cking beamer
all that cap, put a f+ck n+gga team on it
married to the game, yeah, yeah, i put a ring on it
he been trying to plot, yeah, yeah, i been seen it homie
laidback, go f+ck a b+tch with my feet up
i smoke a lame b+tch like some reefer
walked out, stepped on the opps with my sneakers
in the hood i’m the grim reaper
them f+ck n+ggas know i’m a soldier
i hear b+tches that run their mouth just like a motor
i’m quick to leave an opp stank, you can smell the odor
pop that boy top like a cola



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