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nr3 - kawhi leonard lyrics

[verse: nr boor]
used to trap i had nothin to show for it
now i’m in the lead with the dope boys
put a dime on your head, they’ll go for it
i ain’t puttin the time into no wh0res
youngin i’m lit, had the city on d+ck ever since we recorded paul george
had to line up some tree, run it up in a week so i bought me some guns and ran off
get up close so i know that he dead
how he out? man i know he the feds
he been talkin all crazy like he really with it, tell brodie put one to his wig
you ain’t loyal, f+cked all of my friends
i just popped mе a perc again
i just went up on a versе again
i ain’t gon lie, lil baby i’m him
i’m gon carry like jim
jump in that water and swim
we shoot sh+t up, films
he only shoot up the pills

[verse: lil na]
got k!llers i keep em on standby
they gon shoot if i raise my hand high
i got this sh+t out the mud, sandbox
goin through sh+t, still keepin my head high
smokin the best, that’s sh+t that you can’t buy
n+ggas know we don’t play, n+ggas get shot
i think my trap the ten like last night
this b+tch, she irkin as f+ck
i told her you gon get open or what?
cause soon as they on me, she open em up
this glock i got is gon open him up
this b+tch act like she ain’t sposed to get f+cked
go head, try slide and get plucked
go head, try slide and get stuck
i got my burner inside of the club
i’m in miami, i’m posted with thugs
i’m in a lambo, i’m rollin it up
i took my shot i done threw it right up
who got the city on smash? that’s us
she let me smash for a couple of bucks
i’m not anybody, i watch how i talk
them n+ggas try walk how i walk
them n+ggas can’t walk how i walk
them n+ggas can’t talk how i talk
[verse: ot7 quanny]
you rappers my sons, [?]
once it’s up, it’s stuck, cactus
you postin that b+tch, well i hit her
we got the streets on lock, kawhi leonard
i used to sell white like riff raff
now my pockets look like his b+tch ass
i walk into louis and go crazy
b+tch i’m the goat, quan brady
oh that’s the cops, i dash like i’m stacy
yeah, yeah, yeah
broski pull up and he leavin sh+t messy
shootin with both hands, ya right and ya lefty
we got a glock that’s 6’2
oh you was dissin but it’s cool
now he laid up, breathin out tubes
you can’t move how i move
they got the drop and he died
sh+t, he shouldn’t have went live
i done lost like a dub in one week
then i ran up 50 in one month
he left his glock at home, he a dum dum
uh, yeah
all this cash in my pocket, i’m losin my id
sh+t, my wrist on iced tea
oh you got n+ggas turnt up, and you got em catchin bodies
my p.o, he don’t like it
and oh you tough i like it
bro that’s him, strike it
rip, sleep sh+t like tyson
[outro]
this that ot7 sh+t, n+gga
nr3
n+ggas know, the zoo we run the streets

- nr3 lyrics

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