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80 lines - lou gram lyrics

[chorus: baby smoove]
i’m in the booth right now, it’s like eight pints here
i’m so motherf*cking high, i don’t know how i got here
sh*t, i might pass out, off a couple more sips
it’s gon’ be good either way, off a couple more flips
b*tch, your n*gga f*cked up, i can put him on a trip
said i’m good with that glock, i’ma aim it at your lip
came out with all blues, these n*ggas thinking that i’m a crip
my n*gga [?] blues, he so quick to take a trip
can’t control off the perks, she so quick to l!ck the tip
i won’t respond on the net, but i’m quick to get him hit
how the f*ck am i gon’ rap? it’s 80 lines in the booth
i do [?] i ain’t believe it, but it was true
[?] from the trentches, boy, the hood bеlieve in you
put a blits on a n*gga, [?] what my team would do
put somе pressure on a n*gga, [?]
i’m in hollywood high, and i’m still sipping [?]
[?] got a hundred on his [?]
they like how you [?] and he still [?]
ten hours straight, [?]
baby you the [?] knowing i’m [?]

[verse 1: fenix flexin]
she wanna hit my drank, she think she special
i’m on the road, i got the choppers in the rental
he try to speak up on my name, must be mental
i got this 40 on me, strapped it like some velcro
i poured a duce and dropped a four in
pop perkies like they moatrin
she begging me to go in
i’m broke and now she broken
my pockets fat, they swolen
my peoples [?]
i popped a pill, i’m rolling
f*ck once, she got [?]
i f*cked her if she pay me
i make these n*ggas hate me
these b*tches wanna clame me
i’m bagging up this stacy
she love me, can’t replace me
them perkies drive her crazy
i use a 38 to hold the sh*lls, they ain’t gon’ trace me
[chorus: baby smoove]
i’m in the booth right now, it’s like eight pints here
i’m so motherf*cking high, i don’t know how i got here
sh*t, i might pass out, off a couple more sips
it’s gon’ be good either way, off a couple more flips
b*tch, your n*gga f*cked up, i can put him on a trip
said i’m good with that glock, i’ma aim it at your lip
came out with all blues, these n*ggas thinking that i’m a crip
my n*gga [?] blues, he so quick to take a trip
can’t control off the perks, she so quick to l!ck the tip
i won’t respond on the net, but i’m quick to get him hit
how the f*ck am i gon’ rap? it’s 80 lines in the booth
i do [?] i ain’t believe it, but it was true
[?] from the trentches, boy, the hood believe in you
put a blits on a n*gga, [?] what my team would do
put some pressure on a n*gga, [?]
i’m in hollywood high, and i’m still sipping [?]
[?] got a hundred on his [?]
they like how you [?] and he still [?]
ten hours straight, [?]
baby you the [?] knowing i’m [?]

[verse 2: lou gram]
you ain’t never held your hands in no [?]
sitting around, dreaming with your head to the clouds
say you getting money, but i can’t tell [?]
[?] through the house
[?] quarter pound
you n*ggas rats, [?]
trap slap, come and put your orders now
smoking out the zip, we don’t blow out the quarters now
d*mn near [?] got sh*t in order now
you lil broke boys can’t aford my house
seen [?] now you smoking turtle pie
i’m up in real life, while you just getting by
lou gram

- lou gram lyrics

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