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lirik lagu lick me – strapped!

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[intro]
(indigo)
(okay, embasin)
yeah, uh
i ain’t no rat and i ain’t no b*tch, you cannot l!ck me (yeah)
popstar sh*t, i rap and sing like i was on disney (yeah)
uh, uh
it comin’

[chorus]
gotta hit the road, bankroll comin’ wit’ me
last month, i was in the spot tryna touch a fifty
i’m in the trap spot, smokin’ dope
scales f*ckin’ digi
b*tch we online, need a hotspot, come on f*ck wit’ me
i got big racks, i ain’t touch yet, they comin’ digi
holographic diamond ring, this sh*t is dancing, got you dizzy
popstar life, i rap and sing like a young n*gga was on disney
but i ain’t no rat and i ain’t no b*tch, lil’ n*gga, nah you cannot l!ck me

[verse]
i’m a real deal rap n*gga deep in the streets
and i know these f*ck n*ggas tryna get me
can’t let this f*cked up system get me
i f*cked this lil’ vamp b*tch and she bit me
almost lost my main b*tch to some bullsh*t
preachin’ to these young n*ggas like the pulpit
real big dog, somethin’ like a pitbull
young rich n*gga, i don’t go for bullsh*t
if it’s bout money, then we gettin’ it
when they ask me, “what you doin?”, i say “gettin’ rich”
lil’ b*tch, she sucked me dry just like licorice
just like a boxing match, you know we hittin’ sh*t (uh)
yeah, we punchin’ and hittin’, b*tch
know what i mean, we gettin’ these digits, b*tch
my boy drinkin’ lean, he sleep off [?]
if i hit the scene, i know i’ll get in it, b*tch
and i’m smart, but money not ignorance (okay)
rick owens shoes, yeah, you know we in them sh*ts
i swear this one b*tch treat me so good, n*gga (okay)
i might f*ck around and nut in this b*tch (okay)
nah, my n*gga, i’m cappin’ (cap)
i’m on this b*tch slidin’, yes, i’m rappin’ (yeah)
came a long way from juggin’ and trappin’ (yeah)
okay b*tch, we still juggin’ and we trappin’
long story short, you can say we active (active)
put that f*ck n*gga out, yes, we mapped him
on the south side, this sh*t get jurassic (yeah)
on the east side, lil’ n*gga, what’s happenin’?
on the east side, my n*gga, what’s happenin’?
playin’ both sides, i bet you get whacked, n*gga
you better not be broke, go and get some racks, n*gga
when i hit my main ho, she on her back, n*gga
when i hit my side b*tch, hit from the side, n*gga
oh, she the backend, hit from the back end
i only know one thing, let’s get these racks in
my boy ate a perc’ pill, just like he pac*man
i’m drippin’ all black, just like i’m batman
yes, i’m the same young n*gga from back then
touched down in la, f*ck it, ship them packs here
then blew what you made, real quick at saks fifth
[chorus]
gotta hit the road, bankroll comin’ wit’ me
last month, i was in the spot tryna touch a fifty
i’m in the trap spot, smokin’ dope
scales f*ckin’ digi
b*tch we online, need a hotspot, come on f*ck wit’ me
i got big racks, i ain’t touch yet, they comin’ digi
holographic diamond ring, this sh*t is dancing, got you dizzy
popstar life, i rap and sing like a young n*gga was on disney
but i ain’t no rat and i ain’t no b*tch, lil’ n*gga, nah you cannot l!ck me

[outro]
h*ll nah, n*gga
they cannot l!ck me

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