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lirik lagu connect 4 – lil 2z

[verse 1: quin nfn]
aye
hood n-gg- came out from the mud
i give you a feat for a bowl (aye, aye)
spent twenty k on some luggage
the other sh-t went to my clothes (aye, aye)
vvs on me now i’m cold
bro got out on parole (aye)
jimmy got out now it’s on
i smell like a blunt and cologne

[verse 2: lil bre da young beast]
how you rob a n-gg- and he had a stick?
you ain’t a shooter, n-gg- you a b-tch
these rappers p-ssy, man they really a lick
but it’s one time, we sent a hit to his b-tch
cooking dope with my eyes close
shoot big .40s at a p-ssy n-gg-
f-ck that hoe than leave that b-tch
well you paying rent for some p-ssy n-gg-

[verse 3: quin nfn]
i ain’t no k!ller? don’t push me n-gg-
they know i’m ahead and you n-gg-s some rookie n-gg-
and i know you p-ssy n-gg-
had to stay on my flow get the dough like a cookie n-gg-
my b-tch look like snookie n-gg-
we turnt up, tell [?] tell promoters to book me n-gg- (come on)
don’t play like a bully n-gg-
cause i’m still in the hood smoking dope with a .40 n-gg- (-mocking a submachine gun-)

[verse 4: lil bre da young beast]
straight out ’em trenches, don’t know how to act
out at gualama and hollywood it’s where it’s at
if the plug fronting imma run it back
in the trap breaking down hunnid pack
catch a flight, send it over night, if it land thank jesus christ
i’m from where the gangsters only talking right
and if you talking left you can lose your life

[verse 5: quin nfn]
whole lotta time and a whole lotta patience
i’mma pull up swinging iron when he sends his location
og in my wood, got my eyes looking asian
i’m still in the hood tryna slide and i made it
he claim he a boss but that n-gg- a runner
i’m in the field kicking sh-t like a punter
i stayed through the winter to f-ck up the summer
pull up with the pipe, get drained like a plumber

[verse 6: lil bre da young beast]
stacking bluefaces, no thotiana
i was in the hood, serving in a honda
got some young n-gg-s, that’ll sn-tch yo mama
body in the woods that’s a cold stunner
cocaine white, blew out the brains
choppa [?] the b-tch insane
bust down, f-ck it leave it plain
i be drippin’ nugga we ain’t the same

[verse 7: quin nfn]
stay in my spot, gotta get it and go
that b-tch a dime, imma hit it and go
choppa same size as a midget fo’ sure
treat the blunt like a swisher, we split it and blow
and i can’t trust a soul cause i know n-gg-s switch
i’m good from the three, like lebron sent me a pic’
she can’t get a dollar but i’m giving d-ck
and they think i’m a plumber cause i’m with the sh-ts, gang
all in my bag cause i’m talking my sh-t
i’m calling the gang if he talking that sh-t
all in my bag cause i’m talking that sh-t
i’m calling the gang if he talking that sh-t
n-gg-

[verse 8: lil 2z]
i need them nachos, b-tch over load ’em
pull out them t-tties, i might motor boat em
choppa crank up, like a dodge jimmy mobile
dodge on a hoe, finna hit me a floater
and i stay on two like a scooter
lil’ baby a freak, she can eat the whole ruler
got tired of winnies and noodles
and we stocked on gas, i don’t need no fuel

[verse 9: rap breezy]
stocked on gas, i don’t need no fuel
beat a n-gg- -ss, i don’t need no tool
why a n-gg- trippin’ i don’t need no food
but the way that i’m drippin’ i don’t need no pool
imma gucci my clothes and foreign my whip
hop on a flight, get high than i trip
f-ck on your hoe, bust a nut than i dip
my n-gg- just died, so r.i.p [?]

[verse 10: lil 2z]
only f-cking with freaks, every b-tch that i got i be putting my d-ck in the back of they throat
if i call you my dawg, and we ever get caught for some sh-t than your -ss better lie under oath
i’m still putting money on my n-gg-s books
i’m writing them letters, i’m writing them notes
i don’t give a f-ck about twitter or insta, i really get money, give a f-ck about a post

[verse 11: rap breezy]
no new n-gg-s, like who is he?
b-tch my top off, it’s all cool to me
when it’s up, it stuck and true to be
we will be at your door like uber eats
and i stay with the rocket, i feel like [?]
and that b-tch like gina, i feel like marvin
you want the smoke? i beg your pardon
i send you a god sense you feel like starting

[verse 12: lil 2z]
keep it a hunnid like benjamin’s
light skin b-tch look just like cinnamon
n-gg- too g-y, too feminine
gave a few racks to mama and told her don’t mention it
i feel like a mobile, and i feel like i’m breezy
you can get you a verse, it can get you up easy
had to go a little harder when sh-t was too easy
my b-tch lieing, tripping if she ever leave me

[verse 13: rap breezy]
stay with the strap, cause it ain’t no lacking
took of my hat, cause ain’t no capping
if that n-gg- p-ssy, than i’m not napping
come with the racks, i’m not rapping
come from the trap, we play with the bowls
just like 2z, stay on yo’ toes
b-tch imma take your roof off
make you feel like rudolph
when i let the red dot come lay on your nose, n-gg-

- lil 2z

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