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perc flow - landlord lo lyrics

[verse]
rest in peace lil’ t, i want my n*gga back (yeah)
and i ain’t stoppin’ ’til i get all of these n*ggas whacked (facts)
ain’t the one who started the beef (let that sh*t ride, eighty8), i’m the one that finished that
smokin’ on that shush pack, i’m the one invented that
if we ever spinned your block and missed, then bet we spinnin’ back (back)
if i ever took somethin’ from you in blood, how you gon’ get it back? (yeah)
i was in the trenches every day, with me was fifty straps (yeah)
soon i got my first rap check, b*tch, whеre the switches at? (whеre they at?)
ayy, still in the trap, i’m tryna get rich off this bubba (yeah)
ayy, if i front somethin’ to you, b*tch, you better pay in double (gas)
got these blues in my pocket, got the twenties in a duffle (facts)
she get hit, blow spit bubbles, i be laid back smokin’ truffles (gas)
how you was my dog, but you changed before i bubbled? (yeah)
if we smoked some fire together, you labeled my brother (locked in)
you a friend or an opp? b*tch, i can’t go out like no sucker (uh*uh)
if i ever did somethin’ for you, you don’t owe me, it’s off the muscle (yeah, yeah)
yeah, flowin’ through the hood, they spot an opp, he like, “look back, back”
we ain’t gon’ say his name no more, we smoked him in our last pack (shh)
thought he had some runtz, but i had sold his ass some sweat pack (yeah)
callin’ for his cash back, the whole time he gettin’ laughed at
haha, he was just smokin’ my partner, now his ass was zaza
i be on that syrup bad, i’m drinkin’ out a baba
that yellow had me itchin’ bad, prefer to drink the wockhardt
these n*ggas 12, they might as well spin out a cop car
rat, we gon’ spin and make ’em tell again
put the d*ck so good up on that b*tch, she had to tell her friend (yeah)
lo just came in, pulled through the back, n*gga, then bring ’em in (bring up)
if we got a show, man, grap them straps, b*tch, we gon’ bring ’em in
i be on that threesome, tip be f*ckin’, b*tch, then bring a friend (bring it)
if you got that gun on your hip, then, b*tch, go’n slang it then (squeeze)
if you ain’t my brother or my b*tch, then ain’t no hangin’ in (uh*uh)
if a n*gga changed once, more likely he’ll change again
switched up, apply too much pressure ’til they went in, them n*ggas cliqued up
catch you out in traffic in that whip, that b*tch gettin’ ripped up (brrt)
like we put a tree up in his car ’cause, b*tch, we sticked up (yeah)
that boy head got hit up, i was somewhere gettin’ my d*ck sucked (haha)
fiends at the door, they knockin’, they went for a fix*up (drink wine)
the whole time i was in jail, i ain’t never do no situp (uh*uh)
get caught in that middle, guarantee your ass gettin’ hit up (facts)
shot so many times, that big body barely got stitched up (yeah, b*tch)
[outro]
yeah
this mob, don sh*t, just wiggin’ off life, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah

- landlord lo lyrics

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