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laced - lil lyko lyrics

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(verse 1: lil lyko)
b*tch you get sprayed wit the mac
mc’s onto this track and i’m back
an im stabbin’ these b*tches it’s whack
an i’m tryna body on this track
(logic inspired) b*tch i’m finna reel em in and k!ll em
know you hoppin on my rhythm lyricism and im never ending on this sh*t time im spending words im venting i am representing
and reinventing onto this b*tch
savin the game and spittin the flames yea
spiking the chains hittin the train aye
its all of the same makin the claims yea
this sh*t is flames stoppin the rain aye
best in the game say his name yea

(chorus)
aye, aye, aye, yuh
think you lost your sh*t aye
stole his bets a bit aye
how that xanax hit yea
think it’s laced a bit
think you lost your sh*t aye
stole his bets a bit aye
how that codiene hit yea
think it’s laced a bit
think you lost your sh*t aye
stole his bets a bit aye
how that taste of lean hit
think it’s laced a bit
think you lost your sh*t
stole his bets a bit
how that mescaline hit
think it’s laced a bit
(verse 2: young_slugger)
lately, i been like f*ck you, pay me!
started at the bottom now we actin rollin’ easy
cut throat, comin’ thru you wit a choke hold, unload, beast mode, waitin’ on a re*load, thinkin’ it’s a choke, but you call me in like coke
b*tch im hangin off the coat, movin in my reckon hope aye, aye
the adrenaline, the thrill, you bullets gonna drill thru, jumpin up and running homie you was finna k!ll who?… me!
only choppin from the packs, from my kitchen from the back
all the blood is gonna splat spittin all the f*ckin facts, she dont wanna start the beef, said i was rappin’ weak, steppin on the f*ckin beat, chillin in the dragon skeet, f*ckin in the f*ckin layer, put you in the ground and stay there, cl!ck clack, get back, hit you wit a big shaq, droppin on the ring think you wanna f*ckin ray shaq, combat
combat, cos we goin to war, bustin thru the door watchin bodies hit the floor, you can try to run but i’ll bring you back for more, not f*ckin’ around i’ma k!ll a f*ckin’ wh0re

(chorus)
aye, aye, aye, yuh
think you lost your sh*t aye
stole his bets a bit aye
how that xanax hit yea
think it’s laced a bit
think you lost your sh*t aye
stole his bets a bit aye
how that codiene hit yea
think it’s laced a bit
think you lost your sh*t aye
stole his bets a bit aye
how that taste of lean hit
think it’s laced a bit
think you lost your sh*t aye
stole his bets a bit
how that mescaline hit
think it’s laced a bit

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