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lns masu - just.know lyrics

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come from the low now i’m makin the dough
f-ckin with me then you’re gettin the smoke
goofy -ss n-gga you know that you broke
escobar gang finna break in your home

b-tch we be ridin we out in the streets
takin yo b-tch in her mouth imma skeet
f-ckin around you ain’t f-ckin with me
they locked up my cousin for being a fiend

b-tch we be packin up more of the green
lns b-tch ya i do it for team
smokin the gas we rockin serene
shootin a hunna we got .223

you trying to beef but you know a lame
f-ckin around put a shot in your brain
we toolin we boolin pop up hit a stain
gettin the intel we winnin the game

they locked up my homie for packin a rollie
and f-ck mr. smith cuz his d-ck he was showin
to some little kids but he seemed quite unknowing
extorted his -ss but he snitched and he told em

ain’t playin with sh-t i let the ruger spit
prayin for my cousin prayin for the clique
for lns gang, and all of our sh-t
and those who supportin we don’t f-ck with feds

sometimes i just wish that i’d end up dead
sometimes i just want a b-tch on my bread
sometimes i just want to go sleep go to bed
sometimes i just wanna get money instead

i’m feelin myself blowin gas in the city
f-ckin with me throw a shot with a 50
skeet off no parking we hot in the city
i get on her -ss and she give me her t-tties

just know that my n-ggas don’t f-ck around
just know that my n-ggas don’t f-ck around
escobario gang ya my n-ggas don’t f-ck around

escobar gang ya we deep in these streets
i’m toting my pistol you know i got heat
don’t f-ck with my bird you’ll get hit with the piece
lns gang ya we hop on the beat

i whip in a bimmer don’t whip in a jeep
i pull up with gang if you n-ggas want beef
i hit your girl up and we hop in the sheets
i kicked her -ss out she don’t mean sh-t to me

i’m riding around and my outfit on fleek
got gucci on deck and some gold on my t–th
i do it for gang ya we always gon’ eat
my brothers is riders they shooting for me

your gang is some goofies y’all funny to me
i pour up the tech i’m a fiend for the lean
i drop me a xan and i’m losing my spleen
tote macs with the beam, i’m gettin the green

my -ss got locked up for extorting a lame
he snitched on my -ss he put dirty on my name
if he come to my block he go out with a bang
my n-ggas don’t play send shots at your face

i never will ever will f-ck with a jake
they locked my -ss up tried to get in my brain
like “why did you do it? who with you? don’t play!”
i got out the jam and went right back to k

just know that my n-ggas don’t f-ck around
escobar lns we tote 30 rounds
pull up on your block we don’t make a sound
just know that my n-ggas don’t f-ck around

- lns masu lyrics

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