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Lace Front
Blacc Zacc
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So we got one, nigga
Dura made the beat, I'ma rock with it
Dura made the beat, I'ma rock with it
I got some lean in the Glock with me
I got some gas on cock with me
I got your bitch, she a thot with me
I got a stove and a pot with me
I got some uh in the block with me
Bitch, I'ma lean with it, rock with it
Sippin' codeine, I am not quitting
She say I'm coming out too blank
I want the head like a lace front
You moving too serious, my life fun
Can buy you a purse but it ain't nothing
I'd rather spend that on some clothes
I'd rather spend that on some dope and some bows
I'm on the water, I ain't driving a boat
I got a stripper, she working the pole
Let's run it up to the sky, nigga
I tell the truth, I don't lie, nigga
You know that they on it, don't try, nigga
You reach for this chain, you gon' die, nigga
I got them racks and the fire
I got them P's on the eye
My nigga my nigga for life
We all get a piece of the pie
She ride the dick like she made for it
We went on a date but she paid for it
She want some dick, make her wait for it
She cook me lunch, I ain't stay for it
You know I move like a pimp
You know I'm nothing like him
They killing cops like Slim
Might smoke a opp when I see him
Hold up
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Okay, let's go
I'm in the yo with my pistol
I come from the bottom like Jigga
I put them rocks in the Fendi
I'm big but I started off little
I drive the new coupe like a rental
I move 'round the town presidential
Ice on my neck like a blizzard
You was hating on me, I remember
Had to run it up, run it up
I was dead broke, now I'm coming up
Put my niggas in the game, told 'em hullabaloo
Now my Rollie plain Jane but I ain't done enough
Got four Dracos in the Sprinter truck
Got my Glock at my show when you booking us
And you know I'm narco, what you looking for?
Got real cheap bows if you get enough
Uh, I'm on the bluff right on Abbott
I'm on the corner with Savage
I turn my bitch to a baddie
When I'm out of town, she move my package
I hate when she bougie and classy
I love when she talk to me nasty
Hit from the back, I be ramming
I choke her and pull out her lashes
Like woah, woah
I was selling P's for the rock though
Still remember days I was dead broke
Now I'm cold, cold like an Eskimo
Glock .40 in a mink coat
Used to get bows off Pico
Still'll put a load on a freak ho
When the pack touch down, that's a big score
Hold up
I be motherfucking ramming my ho, motherfucker
Life on this shit, shit be feeling dangerous sometimes
But fuck it, somebody gotta do it, I do it for the trap niggas
If you don't understand my motherfucking language then
It ain't for you
Talk that shit, Black
Gang
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