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LF 70
LF 70
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All this, all for entertainment shit
We are not involved in anything (nah none of that)
Whatever we post or say shouldn't be taken literal
If bro step with a trumpet let it blow see the wall fall like Jericho
Marching no Moscow we spartans spin that block like merry-goes
And pull up with sticks no limbo, violate them boys through the window
Pinegrove got one for the dogs that sit on the fence and bark like bingo (Where they at?)
The blade come sharp like Nike, cruise it slightly flashed out high beam
They don't war when tools get slapped keep it loco almighty
Cruise that battery slap that pole got things that sound like lighting
Swing them swords like vikings, still got away in my air max 90's
On blocks on sticks or limbo, them frauds don't know where our lingo
Trapline healthy buzz that ringtone, get around there if bro lets thing blow
They don't scare my block they run and hide when bullets hit windows
Get them all sliced like kimbo run up the numbers backed like bingo
Violate these boys on a drill pretty much every time we ride on the evening
If bro took an L still get back gang we let shit slap when we leave it
One of them got sprayed, that side can't relate, how they talk about shit still breathing
Don't try come ride for your mate, too late lil bitch that points for the keeping
Cut that talk on the phone if you love your life then chill on the tweets
On the net they scream an attention, shit but you don't get paid to beef
Wait there give him a seat, pull that slap that you get a seat
We really do this, outside broomings get back gang gon' get him delete
If bro step with a trumpet let it blow see the wall fall like Jericho
Marching no Moscow we spartans spin that block like merry-goes
And grip that sticks no limbo, violate them boys through the window
Pinegrove got one for the dogs that sit on the fence and bark like bingo (where they at)
I don't know why they using vests, cause big M got one in the head
Can't say that they talk bout drills, cause TH got put in a bed
Fuck knows why they bang on the net, cause MC cause left for dead
Got no knife and left his mate it was gang that left him red
Fuck Ay **, fuck your history, don't try and get lippy
I've been on the road with Stickky tryna put men in a box like ricky
S got ** in the back, I got ** in the back, F got sh* in the back ** got put in a back don't come round here get
Pinegrove got one for the dogs that since on the fence like choose a side or get slept
We turn shit and we turn them ghost bro don't go chill when he left him dead
When shits gets sticky use that blicky, day or night they still get cheffed
Main road drills, they still get left
So stay inside cause out here get
If bro step with a trumpet let it blow shit a wall fall like Jericho
Marching no Moscow we spartans spin that block like merry-goes
And pull up with sticks no limbo, violate them boys through the window
Pinegrove got one for the dogs that sit on the fence and bark like bingo (where they at)
Written by: LF 70
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