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lirik lagu blammer – lazer dim 700

[intro]
f*ck (n*gga)
sh*t

[verse 1]
this a blammer, you get blammed tryna run down
uh, i got titties on a ar, this a hunnid round (welcome to clayton county, money, money on ’em, b*tch!)
lil gang want the k!ll, right now you can’t ‘een escape
spread racks on my arm, this sh*t don’t display
f*ck spread racks, spread money, this what i just made
call the f*ckin’ playback, what they want? they get skipped anyway
p*ssy n*gga ran last week, we catch him anyday
you p*ssy but you havin’ pounds, li’ gang might run you down
buddy got the zaza, where the strains, where the f*ckin’ pack?
think you finna walk down on lil’ fast, better be on ten
i was in some real sh*t, i had to f*ckin’ think
gang’nem know we pop the atm’s, then we pour up drink
think you finna try this sh*t? i’on know what lil buddy think
came in with racks, came in with drip, what the f*ck you on?
i got h*lla plays, juggs on my phone
run that sh*t, run yo’ f*ckin’ sack, run yo’ f*ckin’ load
better get down wit’ the f*ckin’ fye, or get out the road
i got fire for a p*ssy boy, p*ssy n*gga let me know (welcome to clayton county, money, money on ’em, b*tch!)

[verse 2]
gang mix moonrocks, we on moonrocks
buddy draw down wit’ a big ass gun, run him out his socks
we can’t lack outside the f*ckin’ dark, bl!ckies already caught
if you see it ’bout your f*ckin’ business, drop the f*ckin’ dot
we gon’ end smoke wit’ mystery, when fast poppin’ out
i might put this sh*t on fast, put this sh*t on me
lil’ bro said hes scared for his life,thats why he stay on beat
i can’t go nowhere wit’ that glizzy, like its glued to me
anytime lil flame pop out, b*tch, i got a tool or three
ain’t ‘een gotta c*ck it back, know we smokin’ rocket pack
gun down, tired of f*ckin’ tryna scam a bank, they givin’ me one rounds
he done tapped in wit’ a villain, p*ssy this a villain*boy
i done put attachments on arp’s, i’m having different toys
pull out pape’, adjust this sh*t
we got zaza in the bricks
keeping all my f*ckin’ sticks
lil boy, i can’t send you sh*t
(welcome to clayton county, money, money on ’em, b*tch!)
[verse 3]
this the real zaza pack, not no regular weed
promise i might walk a n*gga down in top villain tee’s
i might bring this sh*t out early, on the newest day
li’ buddy tryna build a opp, or gon’ be my newest plate
put me on a dummy list, bet i make it out
it’s a drought inside the f*ckin’ hood, run inside yo’ house
i forgot to bring my ski today, but i’m poppin’ out
on the drank, it got me feelin’ down, got me leanin’ down
you gon’ catch lil lazer trimming ’round, catch me out of bounds
n*ggas know lil’ fast f*ckin’ step, walk down and you left
you get blowed down, twelve poppin’ out, ain’t no more stuntin’ ’round
do a dirty crime, we in the trench, we in the dirty bricks
p*ssy boy ain’t gettin’ no f*ckin’ money, he doin’ dirty sh*t
i got chromes on my scale, he think this a fairytale
walk down wit’ some sh*t, everybody gon’ back*back
phew, phew

[outro]
(welcome to clayton county, money, money on ’em, b*tch!)
f*ck, sh*t

- lazer dim 700

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