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lirik lagu range – midnight strik3

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[hook * midnight strik3]
aye, pull off in a range
foreign baby and she like wearing my chains
you know what i got and i be packing in the veins
pull up to the scene, and there ain’t no one in my way
they know my name, they know my name they go insane
pull off in the whip it foreign yea you know it rains
and the homie sitting to my right he got that aim
i ain’t been a shooter but my shooters spill yo brains
i just tell em go 11 bullets at yo name

[verse 1 * deezy216]
aye, diamonds on my neck and on my chain
i just call up on yo ex when i need brain, yea yea
got some shooters with the choppa thеy gon spray
talking reckless on the gang wе go insane, yea yea
double cup i’m pouring up promethazine
all these mnc boys love that purple rain, yea yea
i’m a f*ck her then i pass her through the team
i ain’t got time for all a these f*ckin games, yea yea
i’m a give her pipe then send her on her way
when she leave i know i’ll point her to the gate, yea yea
lil b*tch wanna f*ck with me she too late
i can’t go out sad for hoes don’t feel no pain, yea yea
love to roll up that good kush and smoke propane
when she see me out in public know my name, yea yea
fl!ck that b*tch off told that hoe i’m in my lane, yea, yea yea yea
[hook]
aye, pull off in a range
foreign baby and she like wearing my chains
you know what i got and i be packing in the veins
pull up to the scene, and there ain’t no one in my way
they know my name, they know my name they go insane
pull off in the whip it foreign yea you know it rains
and the homie sitting to my right he got that aim
i ain’t been a shooter but my shooters spill yo brains
i just tell em go 11 bullets at yo name

[verse 2 * midnight strik3]
pull up with a choppa got a drum so it go bang
you can call me barber strik3 i hit you with that fade
i got yo baby mama she leaving you today
but i’m a do to her how she do you so i don’t stay
big billies in my bank
i ain’t with the goofy sh*t just find me at my stage
and at the show i’m blowing out a coola with my mains
i’m drunk and passing out the uber take me to my place
tay ok did the race, ain’t in last first place
dummy slap you in the face, all in no erase
thc in the vape, turn this chevy to a wraith
make a dollar out of change, don’t make me holla at yo bae
don’t make me pull up with a glock, don’t make me point it at ya face
[hook]
aye, pull off in a range
foreign baby and she like wearing my chains
you know what i got and i be packing in the veins
pull up to the scene, and there ain’t no one in my way
they know my name, they know my name they go insane
pull off in the whip it foreign yea you know it rains
and the homie sitting to my right he got that aim
i ain’t been a shooter but my shooters spill yo brains
i just tell em go 11 bullets at yo name