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empty the clip! - lil l.a. marz lyrics

lil l.a. marz * empty the clip!
lyrics

intro:
(l.a., who the f*ck?)
yeah
yahh*aye (1300 shii)
yeah, yahh*aye (uhh*igh)
yeah, yahh*aye!
uh (uh)
why you act so hard?
uh

verse:
aye
why you act so hard, if you not close to it?
p*ssy from the start, sus sh*t, yeah, you pr*ne to it
where the f*ck you park? said you got a pole in it
i gave em f*ckin’ scars, i’ll make sure you go home wit em
yeah
yeah
aye
aye
rip his ass apart, you think i was gon let em go?
he not goin’ far, he thought he’s gon’ let it blow
let em know, bullets build like cough drops, did you catch a cold?
yeah (aye, yeah, yeah!)
whoa (yеah, yeah!)
yeah (yeah, yеah!)
aye, whoa*oh (yeah, yeah!)
yeah! (aye, yeah, yeah!)
whoa (yeah, yeah!)
yeah (whoa*ohh*ohh*ohh*ahh*ahh*ah*igh!)
wahh*ahh*ahh*igh!
pull up in that demon, bet you can’t explain, yeah (can’t explain!)
i don’t do no talkin’, i just get to sprayin’ (sprayin’!)
you said you gon’ pull up, but you never came, yeah
come on, baby, make em dance, choppa love to entertain (yeah!)
nle top shotta but i also gotta uzi, i named it symere
scorpio sh*t, pull yo b*tch, come here
put 10 shots in yo f*ck n*gga ears, yeah
silent k!ller, gun go pew, pew, pew
f*ck it, we uppin’ that sh*t to the max
f*ck it, we smokin’ dem n*ggas in packs
i’m sayin’
the f*ck i look like me sayin’ sh*t?
no, no, not no rat, lil baby
yeah, yeah, that’s no cap, lil baby
yeah, yeah, that’s a fact, lil baby
i’m done with that quiet sh*t, we goin’ back and loud, bab— (yahh*igh!)
tell yo opps we goin’ vrazy, bustin’ through yo town, bab—
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
where yo rounds at?
pull up, i see suits and ties, i guess this where the clowns at
yeah, yeah
they said they big ass dogs, that’s where the hounds at
yeah, yeah
hol’ on tell me how you f*ckin’ found that
yeah, yeah
y’all puppies, never grew up where the pound at
yeah, yeah
king of what? b*tch, gimme yo crown back
yeah
shoot yo voice, you not gon’ get yo sound back
yeah, yeah
stay deep up in the cut, spin where you lounge at
blood everywhere, no, that sh*t not kool*aid (yeah)
d*mn sho not ketchup, b*tch, if you seein’ this, it’s too late (yeah)
i betchu know that line, but ion listen to any drake, yeah
pull up on you wit a drac, yeah
yo name josh, but you built like a megan
aim the shots at yo muhf*ckin’ denim
applying’ pressure to yo muhf*ckin’ leggings
pull a rage, i shot his muhf*ckin’ knees
fold a n*gga like a test with no good answers
see you tryna walk, put holes in yo feet
he makin’ out with the curb, he a romancer
shoot at all these f*ckin’ randoms
pop all the cameras
last time yo b*tch say, “you handsome”
b*tch!
hey, i said, is you tryna empty up the clip?
i said, is you tryna empty up the clip?
i said, is you tryna empty up the clip?
that sh*t not gon work, but you can try, b*tch
you can try it
you got high confidence
you not gon’ take that compliment?
that sh*t is shockin’, let’s see how gon’ act with cops and sh*t
yeah, he that opp, n*gga
tryna keep the block cold, can’t talk witchu
what’s stoppin’ you from shootin’ at a dome before sundown?
is you gon’ run now?
no way out, you is stuck, b*tch (yeah!)
and like a statue, n*gga
these b*tches starin’ at you
is you gonna make a move? (yeah)
even the parents laughin’
aim it at yo herringbone (yeah!)
you is f*cked, n*gga
he move like a karen, whoa (d*mn!)
i’m like, “what’s up witchu?”
f*ck n*gga gotta be tweakin’ (tweakin’!)
if he tryna stand up to me
bruh voice h*lla squeaky, while got a look of a tough n*gga
that’s why you ain’t got no b*tch, i look down when she look up to me
but that’s not the issue, youse a p*ssy and a duff, n*gga
can’t f*ck witchu
(hey!)
over here tryna empty up the clip
over here tryna empty up the clip
over here tryna empty up the clip, yeah
how you gon’ tryna empty up the clip if you can’t do none?
hold yo face back, watch yo mouth if you can’t shoot none (whoa!)

outro:
ouu*wahh*igh*igh*igh
ouu, aye, yah*yeah, yeah
ouu*wahh*igh*igh*igh
ouu, aye, yah

[end]

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