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Paroles de la chanson LOOKXTME par LAZER DIM 700

Fuck, fuck, fuck

Handprints on yo' gun, everybody had yo' gun
Everybody touched yo' gun
Stick rip you, how yo' body get torn?
Catch a play, I pop out 'fore the sun
Still gon' spin, they think the smoke done
Bet on my sock, I put down my ones
Fuck 'bout a gang, I'm locked in wit' my gun
Told the play come to the trap, it's abandoned
You try to run off on gang, get sandwiched
All my guns do different damage
My plug ain't frontin', I'm ??? spanish
Ran into supporter, he gave me some xannies
Every clip, I try to expand it
Black pants, I try not to spam it
Front porch I'm poppin' out, what's happenin'?
I forgot the drugs, damn near panicked
Bandlab might just get me a grammy
He seen too much, he feel like he done
Drip fitted, I can walk wit' my gun
Run through yo' shit, we won't talk 'til we done
Shoebox where I keep some of the funds
Bet on his shortcut, don't chase me through
Too drip like I got my fit out the pool
Weed at the airport, I'm takin' it through
Shit crazy how my racks got blue
Too much drank, I need a gallon of water
Now I'm in whips, I was just on martyr
Whip out my stick, it gon' rip a part of you
This bih' gon' wig, it gon' rip a piece of you
Still gon' push up, give a fuck how many people wit' you
The grinch the way I sneak in
Do you got a friend? I can't leave out lil' twin
Nigga talk down make him lift up his chin
I'm havin' fye, I ain't spooked to go in
I forgot gloves, they probably got my handprint
Spent my racks so I don't know where my bands went
I still can run I just like my pants fit
Nigga cappin', he got up just sayin' shit
Drums on the gun, I'm makin' a band wit' it
Racks bustin', I gotta hold up my pants wit' it
Thought when I touched down it was gon' be sum' za
I guess I went to the wrong spot
Used to open now I'm bringin' 'em out
30 round, that's a Glock hangout
He got finessed, he got nothin' remaining
I got up, everybody start changin'
Gun range, boy this shit get dangerous
Freaky hoes, they gon' fuck to get famous
Shot fired, they gon' think you a rainman
I feel like Veeze, I pop out wit' my ganger
Shot down, they thought they was power rangers
Real gunsmith, I know how to arrange it
I ain't got drugs I'm feelin' the strangest
Nigga ain't servin' his weed, he savin' it
I got a gun for every outfit, label it
We in a Tesla, Tesla gotta charge
Hydraulics, I like Mexican cars
Pull out my racks, I might flex in the yard
I'm havin' aim, fuck security guard
Drive the whip 'til it fall apart
Drac wit' me, we can't be apart
Finessed the hoe, she seein' stars
Speed demon how I whip them cars

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