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leeky - lil rango & leekflexin lyrics

[intro]
(aye, aye )
i got my beat it’s from leeky, too many b*tches move treeshy (jonathan??)
focused, i’m stacking my breeshy
i ain’t from new york but i’m up in chiraq in these trenches
b*tch, i was losing my senses, that .40 cal making my city hot, it’s getting busy

[verse 1]
you n*ggas can’t test me
xanny the faygo it’s getting real fizzy
i f*ck around pull*up with semis
police, they wanna arrest me
b*tches, they stress me, f*ck it, i’m f*cking her bestie (aye)
f*ck around, chop his ass up, i’ll throw him up off of a jetski
can’t let no stupid hoe stress me
can’t letta oppa nem stretch me
can’t let a officer catch me (aye)
n*gga, i’m sliding, i’m posted*on, bolo on block with that iron
n*gga move crazy, then that n*gga dying
’cause we not leaving until we send nine up into his spine
the paramedics pull*up, look at the time
i hop in that motherf*cking scatty, the tires, they skating on dan ryan
steady switching them lanes, we flying

[bridge]
one wrong move and we dying
i pull over, shorty give brain on the side
police, they pulling me over, i wait ’til that n*gga come up to the side
i skeet on the jakes
f*ck it, i’m putting my life in these brakes
and if i hit the corner way too fast, i’ll flip over, f*ck up the plates
bolo he with me, that n*gga smoke three to the face
he can’t get a break
[verse 2]
up on the block, shooting that dice, we was upping the stakes
that 30*clip up on the hip in the motherf*cking party, i can’t take a break
i’ll air this b*tch out if a n*gga step up on my fazos, huh
in the telly, i’m posted with two or three g*y hoes
two or three bottles and two or three dracos
i’m with bolo and we pull*up in four doors
really be riding in steamers
now we be crashin the beamer
‘xtendo clip, i call it nina
that .40 cal i call it tina
red dot, i call it lina
i been on that sh*t since a n*gga been talkin’ back teachers
f*ck around, beat up a preacher
i f*ck around cut off a n*gga, who really be leeching
f*ck around hop on the 294, now i’m speeding

[outro]
294, now we speeding
white line certified, smoking this gas and i’m coughing and sneezing
b*tch in the back for no reason
i catch me a n*gga i f*ck around and then tell bolo to squeeze it
i got my beat it’s from leeky, too many b*tches move treeshy
focused, i’m stacking my breeshy
i ain’t from new york but i’m up in chiraq in these trenches
b*tch, i was losing my senses, that .40 cal making my city hot
we getting busy, huh
xanny the faygo it’s getting real fizzy
you n*ggas can’t test me
f*ck around pull*up with semis
police, they wanna arrest me
f*ck it, i’m f*cking her bestie, b*tches can’t stress me
(what?)

- lil rango leekflexin lyrics

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