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saint laurent sour, balenci - m.i.s lyrics

[intro: tay 627 & saint laurent sour]
627, 627, choo
ain’t no way, (yozora) yall could forget about [?]
and everything n+ggas doin’, let you know i ‘ready did
[?]
fast way
boom, boom, boom
skrt

[chorus: saint laurent sour & balenci]
chop ’em up, get to dividin’
it is so quiet, don’t know when we slidin’
walk where the drop, where i live, quiet
we been outside, we ain’t hidin’
firin’, [?]
layin’, bro pull the seatback, reclinin’
f+ck it, ’cause i’m just gon’ keep gettin’ money and run up a bag in silence
heard that he slipped when we slidin’
find ’em, 22 told me go up the crime rate
scope wit’ the snipers ’cause thеy hidin’
dropped in on thursday, piece ‘еm on friday
head tap gon’ give ’em a migraine
these n+ggas shootin’ guns sideways
uppin’ and flockin’, hear sirens
‘ooters movin’ in silence (fast, fast, fast, fast)
m.i.s
[verse: saint laurent sour]
won’t hear a shot .40, m.i.s
[?] hit his top, we hit his neck
knockas and tecs, who wanna step?
chris too elite wit’ a loaded tec
when the winners out, gun get to blastin’
might have to jump out when sh+t get too tactic
ain’t have my knocks, leave passive, crash ’em
how can i end up in last place?

[verse 2: balenci]
.40 clip hang like a rosary
roll wit’ me, we do a drill, how it’s ‘pose to be
walk in the [?], they gon’ notice me
back out the box and take no receipt
folks wit’ me, choo’s wit’ me
fast way, we step like a notary
spin in a lance to go load the v’
freshy’ gon’ ’cause the distraction, look
trey .57 the magnum, look

[verse 3: saint laurent sour]
we spin the floss’ in a tinted v’
tafo gon’ shoot ’til infinity
kapo be k!llin’ me
lu flock be spinnin’ infinity
so better run when you see the v’
opps ain’t scarin’ me
i pass the knock to my other man
shoot at the crowd and start duckin’ and cluttering
no innocent, hittin’ the person, worth it
lately i been on some purge sh+t
[verse 4: balenci]
clip came full, leave empty
bet me, jay let it spray like a jetski
test me, louie checkers, who gon’ check me?
‘fess me, bro got the drop from your bestie
two shooters and they got the same name
gave them both rooga’s, no .30s they plain janes
on the chase with the jakes with the lane change
new .40, no beam i got great aim

- saint laurent sour balenci lyrics

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