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lxstk1 - saks lyrics

[verse 1: lxstk1]
get them bands, then i go
geeked off that four, yeah i’m geeked off that four
her sh+t wet like aquaphor
i’ma get them bands then go
my pockets fat like texaco
p+pockets fat with h+lla racks
i get bands when i get mad
yeah, don’t call me, i’m in that trap
yeah, don’t call me, i’m in my zone
all my life, i’ve been alone
my twin a dog, threw him a bone
shoot him again, make sure he gone
my bro on bail, he get it done
i got lil jah, he got that bomb
i told sun, “pass the bomb”, now he blowin’ that sh+t up

[verse 2: jahxtf]
say he blowin, hey jus’ stop
get them racks, i get a lot
why yo’ ho just suck my c+ck?
number (n)ine, this ain’t no ross
balenciaga, ain’t no adidas
boy, you know i keep that heater
see feds, runnin’ like a cheetah
i’m with jordan in that beamer
out that coupe, you can’t see us
me and twin like bia and zeus
me and twin like [?] and [?]
b+tch, you know i get that paper
she wan’ go, b+tch i can’t save her
li’ boy got caught by this laser
[verse 3: ripthepack]
yuh, yuh, yuh
ain’t talking ’bout cheese, then see you later
counting up my paper
i’m with jah and k1
i hit up slime, you know that’s sun
i ball like kd on a song
now yo’ bro, he got no funds
i hit yo b+tch, then i’m gone
that .30 clip, did ’em wrong
t+that’s yo’ b+tch, she singing my songs
this brand new trap, jus did ’em wrong

[verse 4: suntf]
yeah, this girl, dead wrong
i’m like “bae, what you on?”
it take one call to get him gone
way too up, did it on my own
yo’ ho say she love my songs
call k1, hit that bone
too much za, that sh+t strong
that boy my son, yeah he my clone
i call up jah, he got that pack
that’s my gang, so watch my back
and this ho’ ass, way too fat
like i’ma f+ck, no i can’t pass
they know reign, we up next
she wan’ leave, i try my best
know i love lean, but i been stressed
i call my team and we got text
bae, i ain’t see yo’ text
bae, i know that i flex
count up cheese, i love checks
oh you want him? well that’s your test
[verse 5: juggmyslatt]
throw my bands, boy you cap
not my twin, your music wack
not my twin, not my slatt
i get bands, from them packs
i’ma leave ’em in the past
y+you want me, ho’ copy that
hit a jugg, i need them racks
i just pulled up in all black
told my twin, get them racks

- lxstk1 lyrics

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