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lns masu - black.ops lyrics

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[el escobario]
my right hand man got that glock
it’s a mop, on the left, in my trues
got a 22 shot and we pullin on your block
with the chops, and we c-ck that b-tch hold 30 f-ckin shots

lil n-gg- you an opp
keep on talkin to the cops
we take some dreads right off your top
mama askin me to stop

but you know i cannot stop
sippin fanta with the wock
now i really need some top
bad b-tch right on my c-ck

i drop a xanny in my pop
i drop a perky in my pop
now i’m feelin like a god
talkin sh-t you might get stomped

ya my chain it got the rocks
she said my new song f-ckin rock
i just really want the top
ain’t no babies

all these b-tches be some opps
all these b-tches be some thots
all these b-tches be some eaters me and birdy in the bimmer

know we totin on the heater
dirty sprite right out the liter
your b-tch meet on the weekend
took some acid now i’m peakin

took them pills and now i’m geekin
f-ck with me we get to tweakin
my n-gg-s steady scheming
diamonds on me and they blingin

dirty stick i have em singing
yellow tip cuz they be stingin
because they be wingin
touch my bread i’ll leave you leakin

i ain’t scared of no n-gg-
and i got my pole n-gg-
i’m a f-ckin felon n-gg-
i don’t f-ck with tellin n-gg-s

of course they don’t believe in me
i gotta make em all see
pablo he ain’t with the beef
keep that sh-t up in the streets

you come at me i’m blowin heat
i’m sick of n-gg-s owein me
i’m sick of n-gg-s lyin
i might resort to violence

n-gg- why you like that?
n-gg- why you try that?
you think that i won’t fight back
you must know know me like that

ya you must not know my crime past
but i steady count stacks
balmains hang off my -ss
pullin up i got the good gas

what you need i got the good pack
snitch -ss n-gg-s we don’t like that
snitch -ss n-gg-s catch the big gat
aerate you like we cut gr-ss

lots of holes up in your whole back
versace up on my bag
louis v you know i like that
gucci kicks ya i might buy that

just to stomp you make your brain splat
lil pablo make a comeback
shoutout fendi in the whole trap aye
gang gang gang

[lns masu]
ya i’m bound to catch a homi
and i f-ck her in the face
all these b-tches sweet talkin
so i kick her out the place

ya i’m bound to catch a body
i might have to do the race
savage n-gg-s lns
ebg ya we the gang

ya i pull up with my pole
i run it up just like a race
and i rock a fouis belt
like my name is juju b-tch

like kd ballin for a 8th
if you sneak diss you get stained
chopper bullets rip you up
so i run up out the place

xanax bars up in the drink
and i’m smokin on the stink
you ain’t seen me in a blink
i’m the hottest in the rink

ya she bad she finna wink
so i put it in the pink
never put it the stink
n-gg-s out here hit a lick

so i’m turnt up off the scottie
ya i feel like i’m yo gotti
see my belt ya its so gotti
ferragamo and the gucci

fendi and the f-ckin louis
prada rockin never fouis
chips ahoy this beat is chewy
spittin bars like i’m in juvy

and i’m finna rip the clip
got yo b-tch all on my d-ck
shoot at me and you gon’ miss
on your grave ya imma p-ss

smokin gas i smoke my spliff
f-ck her once and then i flip
send her home get left on read
temporary on my bread

flexin up reload the gat
and you know im smokin pack
i don’t ever roll of flats
locked my cousin up for that

always fiendin for the sack
when i rap i make it slap
b-tch she bad she throw it back
look no hands but she can clap, aye

- lns masu lyrics

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