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lirik lagu fake ahh weed – lazer dim 700

fa, fa fa fa fa fa fa
i got za, i really need some drank doe
fa fa

fake ass weed, i’m tired of smoking
i know it was a sweet, yeah im kinda bogus
[?] okay
think i’m a shooter, aim at him like “no way”
come to the drop, it was easy to locate
you d*mn near crashed out tryna prove that you won’t play
you in the streets, boy, you better look both ways
think your partner won’t slime you out, boy okay
whole gang hit for hotbox, it’s a road race
told the plug to meet me in the back of the old place
everybody trick up in the hood, start a showcase
too many bl!cks ’round me like a gun show
stand down, back down, you don’t want no gun smoke
if i keep smoking fake weed i’m done for
you don’t trust where you at, you can’t let your guard go
give no f*ck where i’m at, i’m gon’ let my gun blow
fake ass weed, i ain’t putting out my blunt though
i know the real trap spot, [?] though
put a five in the slot machine, pull out a huncho
the whole hood contaminated with that fake za
fake ass weed, might as well buy a vape bar
spam the v6, make it sound like a racecar
flood the hotbox in the hood, feel like a nascar
d*mn, it feel like my eighth car
[?] racecar
you in the trenches, better know who the snakes are
that ain’t no xanax, that plug got fake bars
12 can’t catch the whip, now they gotta catch up
hit the lights on the [?], can’t catch up
12 ain’t even know it was me, now i spectate
hit me a l!ck, go home, take a rest day
fake weed got me geeked up, what the text say?
i ain’t gonna cap, i go to sleep ’til the next day
[?] n*gga let’s play
same drip on, wear the clothes for 4 days
i dropped his picture, we look at yo face
get out the way movin’ slow, i got road rage
boy you a b*tch, give a f*ck about your old days
like i done changed, i done remixed my old ways
this real drop, im on drank right now too
finesse for the drugs, hit that boy with the one two
[?] but i still might come through
push up deep, boy i still might punch you
open your front door, let everybody run through it
you got a new fire you ain’t tried, how your gun new?
n*gga trynna fake sl!ck hate, what i do to you?
set up a l!ck in a parking lot, watchu wanna do
push up to the hood, start smoking a blunt or two
did a drill off the top, i ain’t even think it through
n*gga passed out, i ain’t even get to drink my juice
n*gga not that, n*gga not a loose screw
opp side of my hood, dark, no torch
real trench boy, eat the plate with no fork
when i get money, i security escort
i’m going anywhere, n*gga can’t get storked
in the hood bl!cked up, got all sorts
that ain’t yo fire, that ain’t all yours
at the hood store early, when they open doors
travel with the fire, i ain’t havin’ no storage
oldhead drunk as f*ck telling me a story
jugg your munyun, n*gga i’m for it
fake ass weed, smoke this sh*t when i’m bored
you praise your big homie, you treat him like lord
gunsmith in my hood, sticks and swords
link me right now, ain’t tryna discord
link in the trenches right now, bl!ck hang out
fa fa fa
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- lazer dim 700

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