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LAZER DIM 700
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LAZER DIM 700
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Fuck, fuck, fuck Fuck, fuck Tell, I said I want that, ain't no nigga better watch back Look at my face Titan, nigga, I'm a titan Cold as fuck, what be the temperature? Check somebody hood, we hittin' at you Big truck, flip your Mini Coop Pit stop, piss out the chemical Come to me right now, I got my lil' banger out Shoot at the ground, tryna get my lil' anger out Get on the 'za, I don't even know what I'm thinkin' 'bout You layin' down on yo' back, I'm hangin' out Nigga know gang can't lack, its danger out I just want me a lil' cat to slide around You watch me to take down this trend, I peep game Fucked up when they let me in, on everything I want the drank and that 'za, get everything Fucked up, you told me a lie, said you'd never change You had a snake on yo' block and you let him hang Gang just down that block, don't go down that street I just be dripped out smokin' on the backstreet 12 sittin' 'round somewhere hopin' they catch me Fine shit gotta tat' gun, let her sketch me I had to bug out, 12 had to fetch me He sent the money early, I served him next week Lil' twin got a real one, her shit look earthy Sit yo' ass down boy, you a uncle Kirby Get you some ammo, that shit gon' be worth it Tat' my lil' stomach, now I pop out shirtless Travel the hood two times, I circle it Come to the cul-de-sac, get the circle lit Only had green, ain't run into purple yet I got that fire, might shoot where 'ya turban at Fucked up leavin' that around me, I'm searchin' that Smoke with lil' twin, on gang, we murkin' that Shoot the stick up, what the fuck is you doin? Send him to the back of the crowd if he booin' My fine shit goin', she thought I ain't knowin' Too many folks on the lick, I ain't goin' I just walked down with a stick, get to blowin' Fuck, fuck, huh
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