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lolife blacc - moody lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, tana fya that sh+t up)
it’s lolife
motherf+ckin’ blacc (uh huh)

[verse 1]
quarterback the pack, i toss that b+tch just like i’m doug flutie
keep my load out on me, wipe a team just like it’s call of duty
get a rental, tint the windows, load the trunk and hit the road
4 4 8 in packs, no hesitation i get them all sold
cod, of course i send your tracking, i ship across the globe
pack just land, just get the box i drop the ticket and k!ll the road
i put 40k on my wrist and i put 30k on my smile
endo only, i do top shelfs, sellin’ depths, that sh+t is wild

[chorus]
trap or die, just like i’m jeezy
i’m a trap god like i’m gucci
send a hit just like i’m boosie
dope got vert just like lil uzi
break that work down in the blender, she thought i was makin’ smoothies
i’m impatient for that pack, that box delayed, then i get moody
[verse 2]
switch the spot, they workin’, confidential, i know these n+ggas agents
shoot the box up to vegas, san fernando with the agin’
knew the box would land, i talked to future, like i’m danca raven
intercept the box, i lost ’bout 20k, but it didn’t phase me
from the west side where we spin, we put sh+t on cnn
use to skip school to sell that white sh+t out of tin of ten
sandwich bags and scale my friend, when i slide, tote f&n
where i’m from, you either smokin’ or dealin’, but sh+t, i serve my kin

- lolife blacc lyrics

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