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lil rango & leekflexin – good lookin’ lyrics

[intro]
(i got my beat it’s from leeky)
(enviyon on the mix)

[chorus]
look, okay
bad b+tch, 5’4″ + she let me f+ck
on gang, i can’t get enough
she know she ain’t nothing, i pass her to gang
folks ass bought me a drum, good looking
walk in the kitchen, like n+gga what’s cooking
them n+ggas, they know how i’m coming
i got a 30 + folks got 50, n+gga that’s 80 all up in yo’ stomach
[verse 1]
aye
and n+gga, this b+tch stay tweakin’ on me
i don’t give a f+ck, that’s nothing
know she a ho, she acting like i ain’t never took nothing and made it to something
you gotta go for real, talm ’bout you don’t smoke and you don’t do pills
my d+ck in they mouth + just like a meal
n+gga i’m up + i love how it feel
and n+gga what’s up with yo’ dawg? folks ass f+cking his b+tch he hitting that raw
and i was hitting that raw
n+gga, i’m never gon’ trip ’bout a b+tch
police they talm ’bout, what?
n+gga, i’m never gone snitch, i’m finna call saul, gang
n+ggas pop out in the dark, you bet not lack ’cause we playing ball
look, we ain’t shooting threes
folks ass hop out the cut wit’ a 50, he dumping it all
i gotta stop+ i gotta stop talking ’bout bodies and sh+t, my fault
white b+tch, she in the whip and i’m going fast and she wanna suck my b+lls
i heard that you got a 30, but we got the 30s and n+gga we got the assaults
these b+tches be tweaking, i’m knowing
n+gga, them b+tches be knowing that it be they fault, on gang
you need to pour you some wock, that’ll get rid of yo’ pain
i’m clutching my glock ’cause these n+ggas knowing my name
i put it on god lil leeky got aim
a switch on the stick, changing the game
you ready to die for a li’ bit of fame
[interlude]
yeah, look, hollon, on god bro
i been doing this rap sh+t for a minute
man these n+ggas need to know bro, we ain’t wit’ none of that f+ck sh+t, on bro look
better lock the f+ck in ‘fore we tweak out and check me out
this sh+t get crazy and we deep as f+ck in this b+tch, check

[verse 2]
yeah, look
i bought me glock, ain’t tryna get caught up wit’ it
tryna hit a n+gga with that hot sh+t, on my soul
i’m on the block with lil bro ‘nem, same time folks in that can
he ain’t coming home
when i went broke b.o.l.o. had gave me a loan
lil n+gga i’m never, gon’ switch on the gang
he switch on the gang, that n+gga got hit with that chrome, it’s over
and yeah, this a .40, these bullets be hot like a toaster
ex+b+tch hit my line, told her to get off my d+ck, lil shorty it’s over
pause, aye, still put d+ck in her jaws, i know she be liking it when i control her, look
and i’m love when she bending it over, i’m hot + lil n+gga you colder
everytime, i go outside, looking over my shoulder, but they do not get it
i’ll go f+ck on a b+tch off a xan, next day i swear i’ll probably forget it
it’s crazy how that n+gga talking, but n+gga i seen his ass walking, he wasn’t even with it
look, we’ll pop out in the dark, the lake, it’s nothing for me to go hit her

[chorus]
bad b+tch, 5’4″ + she let me f+ck
on gang, i can’t get enough
she know she ain’t nothing, i pass her to gang
folks ass bought me a drum, good looking
walk in the kitchen, like n+gga what’s cooking
them n+ggas, they know how i’m coming
i got a 30 + folks got 50, n+gga that’s 80 all up in yo’ stomach
look
[outro]
leave his ass leaky, b+tch
yeah, aye
leave his ass leaky, b+tch
word, aye

- lil rango leekflexin lyrics

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