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lirik lagu wha we on – lvkmxmo

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[verse 1: j]
i spit the truth when i hop in the booth
watch me zoom when i hop in the coupe
grippin the tool while i’m hitting the boof
she say she love me, that ain’t nothin new
my n*ggas with me, they ready to shoot
you say there’s beef and we’ll cook it like stew
might go crazy and shoot up your school
you got a vest, well i’ll shoot right through
7.62 got something to prove
suppressor take off the big ole kaboom
once i’m done, i won’t leave a clue
call me houdini, i made him go poof
you n*ggas b*tches, i hear you go “woof”

[verse 2: lvkmxmo]
you n*ggas b*tches, i hear you go “woof”
you keep talking sh*t, imma knock out your tooth
pull up with my crеw and you do know what it do
we the hottest in town, wе don’t gotta show proof
and i don’t trust no one except for my goons
so when we pull up and say, “gimme the loot”
better hand that sh*t over without an excuse
yo b*tch call me daddy, while she call you boo
don’t try and f*ck with me cause that’s the wrong move
i’m a real n*gga, you ain’t gotta ask twice
i b*tches on my body, i got money on my mind
heard you wanted beef, then my n*gga, it’s on sight
also heard you got a strap, you really think i’m scared to die?
if you f*ck with my money, i’m hunting you down
creep in your house and i won’t make a sound
i will not stop til you’re six underground
catch you in public, i’m stompin you out
my brothers stay strapped up, they’re choppas go blaow
wanna see you try and f*ck with me now
but please don’t trip
[verse 3: j]
but please don’t trip
i got extendo clips
n*gga, don’t play with this
hittin them major l!cks
f*ckin a stripper b*tch
then made her dip
i know a blood and i know a crip
show em some love but i never trip
got a brick then made it flip
powerful clique and we don’t miss
i see you lack when you flexin that pack
imma put a mask on and then come through the back
don’t try to run because i got a mac
imma stomp on the gas and then shoot at your back
then take that work right back to the trap
imma flip that brick and add to the rack
find where you live, you can call me a creeper
i brought a nina, i call it the reaper
fully automatic and ready and ready to sweep up
he gushin blood, that n*gga a leaker
n*ggas be b*tches, they lovin that drama
but not with me cause im strapped like osama
security with me, i feel like obama

[verse 4: lvkmxmo]
security with me, i feel like obama
just f*cked on yo momma
should call me your father
and call you my daughter
my brothers got choppas
so trust me, i ride with em, you don’t want problems
they know if they need something then i got em
we count up our commas and puff on good ganja
ride around town while we smokin like rastas
and hotbox the whip like a portable sauna
get to the crib just to pop h*lla bottles
wanna rich lifestyle cause we came from the bottom
i b*tches around me that’s always looking like models
wanna pull up in each state and have like six different condos
wanna go on sneaker shopping and buy sh*t with my eyes closed
i want my fam to get their bills and tell em i already paid those
so imma just do what i do
kickin back with my whole crew
smoke and get money, b*tch you know ain’t nohin new
made my way to h*ll and back, i’m a king, you a p*wn
life is like a game of chess, i think you just lost
always two steps ahead of you, that’s what we on, b*tch

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