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lirik lagu intro – luh tlakk

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(wickedsick)

[chorus: luh tlakk]
i got plenty whatcha’ need, red white purple green
20 shots 2 bodies drop no double back we left em’ bleedin’
that gucci walk that louis walk that boy done turned to runnin’ man
that boy a clown, (bah bah bah) so we lay him down cause ain’t sh*t funny man
my patna got keys for weeks i’m gettin green we sellin’ green
my lil boy geekin’ off a bean he mixed it with the lean (shh)
he set us up we flee the scene, that hoe played me like a queen
homicide leave bms cryin, we stuck till the end with the whole team

[verse 1: luh tlakk]
no freedom of speech, if he talkin sh*t wе get to sparkin’ (boo boo boo boo boo)
that lil boy a dog ass hoe, all he gеt to is barkin’ (ruff)
they ain’t havin no motion, like they was in they car and it was parked (skrt skrrrt)
runnin’ round the city with a titty, and a dart (fah fah fah)
twin glocks, get to clappin’, that lil boy got a audience (boo boo boo)
he walkin’ round feelin’ like jesus that lil boy got molly kissed
i ain’t one to beef or yap me and my crew really get active
we movin’ and we done boxed his ass like we was really packin’

[chorus: luh tlakk]
i got plenty whatcha’ need, red white purple green
20 shots 2 bodies drop no double back we left em’ bleedin’
that gucci walk that louis walk that boy done turned to runnin’ man
that boy a clown, so we lay him down cause ain’t sh*t funny man
my patna got keys for weeks i’m gettin green we sellin’ green
my lil boy geekin’ off a bean he mixed it with the lean (shh)
he set us up we flee the scene, that hoe played me like a queen
homicide leave bms cryin, we stuck till the end with the whole team
[verse 2: wormfrmda9]
20 30 40 sh*t (40 sh*t)
grab the drac and walk the b*tch (walk the b*tch)
push up to your spot and shoot it up i’m tryna spark the b*tch (bah bah bah bang)
keep it real that song ain’t it, (ain’t it) you sent some shots, but you ain’t hit (ain’t hit sh*t n*gga)
when your partna’ died yo’ b*tch ass had cried and sent a diss (and sent a diss)
b*tch i’m mr hop out walk em’ down get away leave a stain (leave a stain)
ridin’ past our block at late at night y’all do doin’ sh*t for the fame (y’all doin’ sh*t for the fame)
better not try that sh*t again, cause if i’m there you gettin one to the brain (blat blat)
i hate when they diss my dead n*ggas, like we ain’t stretch what’s his name (ah whats his name)
i ain’t gon’ say too much, these n*ggas rat, undercover fed (n*gga fed n*gga)
he told me watch the news, and i did, somebody got hit in the leg
before i be broke i’m takin’ risks tryna come up off bread (no bap)
he gave me his lo’, you dumb as f*ck, now you finna be dead (you stretched)
i’m just talkin’ fool, i don’t condone sh*t lil worm just a rapper (just a rapper)
but i got some hitters, all black, minivan you gettin sn*tched up (you gettin’ sn*tched up)
i know i’m the hardest in the ville but they ain’t gon’ believe that sh*t (f*ck em’)
i’m gon’ be the first to sign a deal all y’all gon’ have a fit (call my bluff)
(on i, gang, blatt) (brrr, gang) i know that i’m next to blow (i’m next to blow)
and when i sign this deal, i’m gon’ show out, i’m gon’ do the most (i’m gon do the most)
cause i was drillin’, hittin’ them l!cks myself, that when i was broke (that when i was broke)
free tb free liboi and free mucci, y’all gotta have hope (y’all gotta have hope)
free nino and rab and free quaylo, they don’t want to see us on (see us on)
free lil tbk and free lil tay they think we in the wrong (free the guys)
whole time we be right riskin’ our life, cause they want us all gone (900)
i think i be trippin’, or i’m high, something wrong with my dome (with my dome)
[chorus: luh tlakk]
i got plenty whatcha’ need, red white purple green
20 shots 2 bodies drop no double back we left em’ bleedin’
that gucci walk that louis walk that boy done turned to runnin’ man
that boy a clown, so we lay him down cause ain’t sh*t funny man
my patna got keys for weeks i’m gettin green we sellin’ green
my lil boy geekin’ off a bean he mixed it with the lean (shh)
he set us up we flee the scene, that hoe played me like a queen
homicide leave bms cryin, we stuck till the end with the whole team

(sick)

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