Lethal Weapon - Nef The Pharaoh/Slimmy B.lrc

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[00:01.09]Ah, wah
[00:03.47]Mmh, ah
[00:05.81]Ah, wah
[00:07.29]DTB on the beat, that's bro
[00:09.28]And I still ain't never heard of what you claimin', b***h
[00:12.14]Lil' richer, but I'm still gon' be the same b***h
[00:14.20]Neffy always with a heifer like I'm Rocko
[00:16.50]I'ma drop four and knock the shell off your taco
[00:19.11]Whole body inked up like a vato
[00:21.35]Give a **** about a nigga 'cause we pop hoe
[00:23.67]Every day I'm in these streets like a pothole
[00:26.02]All sticks, I can't tell you what the stock hold
[00:28.45]Your baby mama suckin' d**k 'til she snot-nose
[00:30.85]My dogs barking, I'm rocking Givenchy slip-ons
[00:33.24]I'm the type to squeeze a Glock 'til the clip gone
[00:35.61]And you the type to go on dates and take the p***y hom
[00:38.00]I'm the type to bring some nigga mom hom
[00:40.36]Get smacked if your ass acting macho
[00:42.69]5'7\", leave a tall nigga 5'4\
[00:45.00]In the field choppin' shit like a lawnmowe
[00:47.52]Ever since I got that check, I got a lot of bling
[00:49.97]Blue cheese, I think I'm Buffalo Wild Wings
[00:52.27]Dirty boy, all this damn mud got me drowning
[00:54.55]How you your brother's keeper but you need no rounding
[00:56.83]It's fifty on the Glock, I let that shit do announcemen
[00:59.14]Me and Lul G out the P, sippin' ounces
[01:01.57]Money counter, I don't need no ****ing accountan
[01:04.01]Niggas swear they ballin' like they Baby, nigga, I doubt i
[01:06.38]Fifty bands, all hundreds, I be counting
[01:08.87]On my neck, diamonds wetter than a fountain
[01:11.18]I be deep in your b***h, nigga drownin
[01:13.55]While you at the house with the kids, frowning
[01:16.07]In the trap with them packs, ain't no lounging
[01:18.36]Might not never got to college, but my child is
[01:20.69]Real rap, I'll never do a challenge
[01:22.97]And your b***h the definition of what a clown i
[01:25.45]Baby, you should put that shit in a circu
[01:27.85]Chop clap like a fat b***h twerkin
[01:30.24]Ah, shit, I'm good, call me Charles
[01:32.64]I don't lie, I don't jaws, gonna die with no flaws
[01:34.82]I'ma serve the kickback when the Glock click-clack
[01:37.11]The dody in my sack awake God from a nap
[01:39.46]If it ain't one in the head, why you ride with the strap?
[01:41.74]Started bettin' on the race, I was tired of running laps
[01:44.23]I was tired of running laps so I'm running up a check
[01:46.49]She was tired of throwin' it back so I got her givin' neck
[01:48.77]Before the SOB chain, around my neck was a TEC
[01:51.29]5 years old in the Vistas, I was thuggin' in the 'jects
[01:53.63]I'ma puke on her face and send her back to her ex
[01:55.98]B*****s bitin' on they nails, they ain't scratch nothin' yet
[01:58.47]Gang hop off the plane and head straight to the traphouse
[02:00.91]Bow Wow challenge, he don't live what he rap 'bout
[02:03.46]Damn near five bands plus when I cash out
[02:05.78]Got a fat white b***h, she a cash cow
[02:08.26]Big gun, **** around and whip Shaq out
[02:10.67]Cavy on the side of kings hittin' the pow-pow
[02:13.05]Pull up, draw down, b***h, pow-pow
[02:15.44]Get on the stage, rock out, and dive in the crowd
[02:17.83]It feel good 'cause the world know my name now
[02:20.13]If I go down, I'm allergic, that mean I'm breaking out
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文本歌词

Ah, wah
Mmh, ah
Ah, wah
DTB on the beat, that's bro
And I still ain't never heard of what you claimin', b***h
Lil' richer, but I'm still gon' be the same b***h
Neffy always with a heifer like I'm Rocko
I'ma drop four and knock the shell off your taco
Whole body inked up like a vato
Give a **** about a nigga 'cause we pop hoe
Every day I'm in these streets like a pothole
All sticks, I can't tell you what the stock hold
Your baby mama suckin' d**k 'til she snot-nose
My dogs barking, I'm rocking Givenchy slip-ons
I'm the type to squeeze a Glock 'til the clip gone
And you the type to go on dates and take the p***y hom
I'm the type to bring some nigga mom hom
Get smacked if your ass acting macho
5'7\", leave a tall nigga 5'4\
In the field choppin' shit like a lawnmowe
Ever since I got that check, I got a lot of bling
Blue cheese, I think I'm Buffalo Wild Wings
Dirty boy, all this damn mud got me drowning
How you your brother's keeper but you need no rounding
It's fifty on the Glock, I let that shit do announcemen
Me and Lul G out the P, sippin' ounces
Money counter, I don't need no ****ing accountan
Niggas swear they ballin' like they Baby, nigga, I doubt i
Fifty bands, all hundreds, I be counting
On my neck, diamonds wetter than a fountain
I be deep in your b***h, nigga drownin
While you at the house with the kids, frowning
In the trap with them packs, ain't no lounging
Might not never got to college, but my child is
Real rap, I'll never do a challenge
And your b***h the definition of what a clown i
Baby, you should put that shit in a circu
Chop clap like a fat b***h twerkin
Ah, shit, I'm good, call me Charles
I don't lie, I don't jaws, gonna die with no flaws
I'ma serve the kickback when the Glock click-clack
The dody in my sack awake God from a nap
If it ain't one in the head, why you ride with the strap?
Started bettin' on the race, I was tired of running laps
I was tired of running laps so I'm running up a check
She was tired of throwin' it back so I got her givin' neck
Before the SOB chain, around my neck was a TEC
5 years old in the Vistas, I was thuggin' in the 'jects
I'ma puke on her face and send her back to her ex
B*****s bitin' on they nails, they ain't scratch nothin' yet
Gang hop off the plane and head straight to the traphouse
Bow Wow challenge, he don't live what he rap 'bout
Damn near five bands plus when I cash out
Got a fat white b***h, she a cash cow
Big gun, **** around and whip Shaq out
Cavy on the side of kings hittin' the pow-pow
Pull up, draw down, b***h, pow-pow
Get on the stage, rock out, and dive in the crowd
It feel good 'cause the world know my name now
If I go down, I'm allergic, that mean I'm breaking out