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clipfarming - lazer dim 700 lyrics

[intro]
f*ck, f*ck
aye, watch out, aye, watch out

[verse]
that bih’ be going, i don‘t think she can relax
now these b*tches think i’m charmin’ i got real racks
now he got a beam and he clipfarmin’, he clipfarmin’
and that lil’ boy don’t get off his weed, that lil’ boy sit on it
and we know she gon’ f*ck on the gang ’cause we got big money
i*i drive the whip, get out my lane, it got some kick on it
even if i pop out with my gang, i got my stick on it
i can pop out dripped in anything, i put my twist on it
and you ain’t got no money, you bitcoinin’, you bitcoinin’
he got racks, he still lame, that n*gga been corny
baby got me drunk, i can’t have, i d*mn near fell over
told her we can do a camp5, bring marshmallow
i prefer the weed, i get high, i gеts mellow
fyne shyt introduced to hеr gang, like h*llo (uh*uh)
you can look inside my cup, and see the drugs in it
and i slide through, racecar, this is not no bently
i would push up but she stay far, she on another planet
n*gga copped the drip, sp*cebar, they don’t even try to switch it
n*gga tripped out with his clothes, n*gga futuristic
n*gga probably sold 30 ‘bows, still ain’t made no money
n*gga do anything for these hoes, they’ll even think about money
i*i told my whip it too loud, when it f*ckin’ running
now they wanna book me for that crowd, i need it f*ckin’ general
i pop out, i got my lil’ pal, you know i ain’t goin’ for nothin’
in that trench, know this sh*t get wild, so n*ggas duck they m*ffins
2025, this sh*t gettin’ crazy, n*gga ain’t doin’ no tussin’
a n*gga think he showing me some, i been doing that, i been doing that
long way from my home, cause lazer been tourin’, i been tourin’
talk bout she ain’t goin’, but she been goin’, she been goin’
cappin’ to yourself, i been knowin’, b*tch i been knowin’
it’s a lion in my whip, my sh*t been roarin’
i just shot my shot, fyne shyt, and i been scorin’
my lil’ fyne shyt, a size 6, ain’t no lil’ jordan’s
i just popped up, proud pick, finna make her look bored
i already know that bit’ was for the gang, that how she move on
and i’m getting blinded by my chain, i’m flashed like sh*t
show the folk the pieces on my neck, now they’re like sick
n*gga cappin’ like he got scr*pped, but wanna type sh*t
i ain’t spent them racks for real, i spent some light sh*t
find out his ho was goin’, he wanna fight quick
i can hear ’em cappin’ down the road, fake pipe sh*t
i just hit the whip, the back went down, and the front lift
i just post a pic, i be like f*ck a cap sh*t
i ran up my racks, like they change when they rap, sh*t
[outro]
f*ck, f*ck
aye, watch out, aye, watch out
f*ck
f*ck, f*ck

- lazer dim 700 lyrics

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