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ticket - leyendarob lyrics

[intro: yt lik]
kage my clan, n*gga
d*mn, d*mn, uh, yeah, uh
d*mn, d*mn, uh, let’s go (l*l*leyenda!)
uh, uh, d*mn, d*mn, uh, yeah, yeah, go, go

[hook: yt lik]
hop up out that car, you know we got shots for them n*ggas
yeah man f*ck all them smith & wesson, hop out, glocks up on them n*ggas
i’m as real that sh*t get you , ask ya b*tch about me n*gga
aye bruh go get that free car, we bout to go spin right on them n*ggas
lil b*tch, we hoppin out that four door, f*ck a coupe, i’m bout to drake they ass
and f*ck you think we got these beams up on these guns, we ain’t gotta chase they ass
man all these beams up on these guns, this sh*t ain’t fun, it look like laser tag
you say you get paper? i dig it
wеll sh*t i’m tryna run up a ticket, get all my men out thе trenches

[verse: yt lik]
bruce lee*bruce lee, watch how i kick it
b*tches be all on my d*ck, but i know that they fishy
look, my b*tch say that i’m tripping
my b*tch she know that i be dripping, water pacific
i’m in the trap with a couple of robbers (yeah)
look at me wrong i might shoot at your father (go)
b*tch i been thuggin since i was a toddler
i don’t got no problems, hakuna matata
you shot at your n*ggas cause you think you tough
he got some lil static cause i had to shock him
they don’t [?] cause they know that it’s up
b*tch all on my d*ck and i don’t wanna f*ck
rob throw on the beat, watch the kid f*ck it up
who talked about me? i’mma f*ck they block up
sh*t really gon stink when i hop out the car
uh, d*mn, d*mn, d*mn, uh!
[hook: yt lik]
hop up out that car, you know we got shots for them n*ggas
yeah man f*ck all them smith & wesson, hop out, glocks up on them n*ggas
i’m as real that sh*t get you , ask ya b*tch about me n*gga
aye bruh go get that free car, we bout to go spin right on them n*ggas
lil b*tch, we hoppin out that four door, f*ck a coupe, i’m bout to drake they ass
and f*ck you think we got these beams up on these guns, we ain’t gotta chase they ass
man all these beams up on these guns, this sh*t ain’t fun, it look like laser tag
you say you get paper? i dig it
well sh*t i’m tryna run up a ticket, get all my men out the trenches

[outro: yt lik]
you say you get paper? i dig it
well sh*t i’m tryna run up a ticket, get all my men out the trenches
bruce lee, watch how i kick it
b*tches be all on my d*ck, but i know that they fishy
look, my b*tch say that i’m tripping
my b*tch she know that i be dripping, water pacific
d*mn, d*mn, d*mn, uh!

- leyendarob lyrics

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