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lirik lagu phineas and ferb – lilcj kasino

[intro: lilcj kasino]
(and i got the yayo)
no cap, ayy

[verse 1: lilcj kasino]
we hit the block and do magic with watches (trap)
tackin’ them b*tches, b watch how i traffic (ooh, woof)
turn a brick to a two, put it back in the plastic
try to reach for my jewel, put that b*tch in a casket (baow, baow)
bought a house with a pool and then busted down a patek (pour wock’)
i put vvs stones on my cup, n*gga, add it up
i keep pourin’ up juice, i made all my act’ (act up)
in the coupe with no roof gettin’ topped, i’ma back (skrrt)
we gon’ pull up and shoot, we throw bullets like madden (brrt)
we outside with this sh*t, we ain’t duckin’ no static (outside)
from the block, used to have to pin out the packs (packs)
you have a young n*gga one up like the addy (what?)
grew up on the crib, you sleep on the pattеrn
them folks used to tell mе you sleep on your telly (sleep)
my name in the street been established since thirteen i used to keep me a ratchet (glock)
come through, i beef on the back and i knock off her lashes (baow, baow)
go pick up the ps and i drop off the package
put a n*gga six feet, b*tch, we creep like assassins
said it’s smoke, we go turn that lil’ n*gga to ashes (smoke, what?)
ayy, ain’t no corona, but everybody puttin’ on a mask (brrt)
b*tch, we got a lot of wock’ stocked in the cabinet (wock’)
got a whole lotta shots in this glock, you can have it (shots out)
versace, b*tch, i paid a lot for this fashion (versace)
got balmain, but i ain’t coppin’ in pairs (jewelry)
i just keep coppin’ these karats (bling*blaow)
n*gga, me and the money got married (married)
f*ck n*gga try, b*tch, we sendin’ shots ’til he buried (grah, baow)
we outside with this sh*t, do it look like we worried? (we outside)
keep a gl!ck on my hip and the clip hold a curry (thirty)
dropped a diss and that n*gga went missin’ like perry (perry)
dope all the js and wrist it’s some birdies (get here)
get a thot and that b*tch gettin’ kicked to the curb (b*tch)
kick your door, n*gga come to the six tryna serve (b*tch)
mix the soda with tris while i’m tryin’ not to swerve (uh)
my city somethin’ like to purge
i’m chasin’ guap, all that other bullsh*t for the birds (ayy, guap)
and most of these rap n*ggas nerd (they lame)
these n*ggas ain’t hide, i’m the one that put on for the third
[verse 2: quin nfn]
yeah, bossed up, young n*gga walk up and shoot sh*t (brrt), i get him hit on his birthday
knockin’ out feet just off shows on the weekend, but i got the ‘bows comin’ in on the thursday (i do)
b*tch, twenty k was made in the first place (b*tch)
scope in the top, we gon’ do him the worst way (baow, baow, baow, baow)
she get the drop on the opps, had to kick the b*tch out, she ain’t ‘posed to be there in the first place (ha)
he think he tough as h*ll, but he not hard (not)
know we come poppin’, poppin’ for some wockhardt (baow)
only run from n*ggas in a cop car (i do)
i came a long way from grindin’, i done got far (i did)
i’m tryna keep up with it, but it’s too late
he steady trippin’, better tie your shoelace (sneezy)
i got the gas goner, i’m a schoolmate
chopstick always by me like a roommate (brrt)
yeah, i’m the one puttin’ on the four and the third
play, i’ma give him the word (i am)
you see a mac, red beam’ll pull up on the curb
i just came back from a serve (i am)
we out in texas and i don’t even really eat breakfast, but i had to pop me some syrup (faceshot)
shout*out my ex ’cause i know gave them hoes credit, but they ain’t even really deserve (b*tch)
yeah, yeah

- lilcj kasino

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