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near miss (intro) - lil l.a. marz lyrics

lil l.a. marz * near miss (intro)
lyrics

intro:
what, ouu, what (beep)
slatt, what (bah, bah, bah, bah!)
what, ouu, what, what (bah, bah, bah, bah!)
(l.a., who the f*ck?)
ouu (what?)
beep (slatt!) (bah, bah, bah, bah!)
l.a., l.a., l.a., aye (what, ouu, what, what) (bah, bah, bah, bah!)
yah!
ouu (what?)
beep (slatt!) (bah, bah, bah, bah!)
yah! (yuh)

pre*chorus:
pull up, hop out and almost get k!lled
dodgin’ sh*t like b*lls in the gym
are you alright, like how you feel?
b*tch, i’m fine, but where you been?
nevermind that, n0body care for that sh*t
only care ‘bout, is the guns on my hip
not gon’ stand around, lookin’ scared as a b*tch
close call sh*t, boutta run outta sticks
chorus:
ouu, yeah, huh, near miss (what, ouu, what, what) (yeah!) (bah, bah, bah, bah!) (beep!)
huh, yeah, ouu, near miss (what, ouu, what, what) (bah, bah, bah, bah!) (yeah!)
might gon’ have to tell yo bro to get his gear fixed (what, ouu, what, what) (bah, bah, bah, bah!) (on god)
try and hit me again
ouu, yuh, near miss what, ouu, what, what (bah, bah, bah, bah!)
(yah)

verse:
two plus seven it’s out like the sun
exposed from heat, you better run (let’s go!)
shoot on sight, yo life is done
over, fineto, you know what (yeah)
what’s the problem? i got none
it’s just you just actin’ tough
n*gga soft like charmin’ tissue, is you weird, the f*ck? (what?) (martini got the acid, n*gga!)
1,2,3,4,5,6,7
that’s how many shots that’ll be aimed at yo leggings (yeah)
said that sh*t cuz you actin’ like a b*tch
gun turned lesbian, kiss my wesson
that n*gga switchin’ the bullet and sh*t (yeah)
take his head off, now he crooked as sh*t
where i’m i at? now they clueless for real
don’t know how i’m doin’ this sh*t (yeah)
better realize, this is suicide when you pull up on me, ouu (yeah)
f*ck yo d*ck size, this is shootin’ time, watch yo mouth around me, yeah (yeah)
too excited for talkin’ sh*t, put yo d*ck away, you a freak, yeah (uh!)
he a rat, n*gga started small, sh*t, he a mouse with the cheese, yeah (yeah, yeah!)
stop, gotta be the one to tell you stop it (uh)
i’m boutta ready*set*go to yo n*gga crib, finna end up on fox 6
not fox 5, this some milwaukee sh*t, we murk n*ggas cuz y’all like to talk sh*t
only way you gon’ be seen on tv, if i’m gon’ make you the main topic, let’s get poppin’ (yeah, yeah)
pre*chorus:
pull up, hop out and almost get k!lled
dodgin’ sh*t like b*lls in the gym
are you alright, like how you feel?
b*tch, i’m fine, but where you been?
nevermind that, n0body care for that sh*t
only care ‘bout, is the guns on my hip
not gon’ stand around, lookin’ scared as a b*tch
close call sh*t, boutta run outta sticks

chorus:
ouu, yeah, huh, near miss (what, ouu, what, what) (yeah!) (bah, bah, bah, bah!) (beep!)
huh, yeah, ouu, near miss (what, ouu, what, what) (bah, bah, bah, bah!) (yeah!)
might gon’ have to tell yo bro to get his gear fixed (what, ouu, what, what) (bah, bah, bah, bah!) (on god)
try and hit me again
ouu, yuh, near miss what, ouu, what, what (bah, bah, bah, bah!)
(yah)

verse 2:
roddy ricch sh*t, put the gun in the box (martini got the acid, n*gga!)
can’t hide it in my sock, you’ll see it on the spot (yeah!)
just like the store, i got it on lock
cuz you a fake, you is a bot
all of deez n*ggas be workin’ for opps
n*ggas be hoes, they be suckin’ on c*ck
whole face purple, look like they sip wok
deez n*ggas be corny, so they gon’ be popped (yeah!)
hard as sh*t too, please don’t make a fit, boo (yeah!)
said, “i miss you”, lemme bust my d*ck through (ok!)
she want drip too, dior is the fit, ouu (woo!)
she ain’t gettin’ sh*t, until i bust some kids through (yeah!)
miss me, miss me, now you gotta kiss me, not me, kiss my gun with the red beam
silly, silly, n*gga tryna k!ll me, wrong choice of moves, you get the bl!cky (let’s go!)
why is you blinkin’? just in case, you gon’ drown in yo blood and start to sinkin’
now i’m thinkin’ that’s just what’s gon’ happen, i’ll get my choppa singin’
d*mn, look at that, all of the blood
d*mn, that sh*t all over the rug (d*mn)
d*mn, like a b*tch finished a serious period, last day, the end of the month (woo, woo!) (d*mn)
whole lotta red, for real (uh!) (d*mn)
like that playboi carti sh*t but you’d be dead for real (d*mn)
you get checked for real (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
pre*chorus:
pull up, hop out and almost get k!lled
dodgin’ sh*t like b*lls in the gym
are you alright, like how you feel?
b*tch, i’m fine, but where you been?
nevermind that, n0body care for that sh*t
only care ‘bout, is the guns on my hip
not gon’ stand around, lookin’ scared as a b*tch
close call sh*t, boutta run outta sticks

outro:
what, ouu, what, what (bah, bah, bah, bah!)
(yeah, l.a., went hard with this one.)
ouu (what?)
beep (slatt!) (bah, bah, bah, bah!)
l.a., l.a., l.a., aye (what, ouu, what, what) (bah, bah, bah, bah!)
yah!
ouu (what?)
beep (slatt!) (bah, bah, bah, bah!)

- lil l a marz lyrics

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