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dope sold - lilcj kasino lyrics

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dope sold lyrics
[intro: lilcj kasino]
(i’ma do it like that, yb)
ooh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ayy, ayy
gang sh*t, b*tch
(nah, loomin, that’s my bad)
ayy

[verse 1: lilcj kasino]
i hit the block, get the dope sold
n*gga feel like i’m ice t, i got coco
pour up a four, movin’ slow, i’m still watchin’ for po*po
two words that i don’t know is, “go, bro,” oh, no
i got a check, now i’m loaded like loso
came from the ‘ject, now my name supersoaked, ho
i just want that neck, tryna see who the throat goat
yeah, bad lil’ b*tch jump on that d*ck like a pogo
hit from the back, put that b*tch a chokehold
went got a sack, now i’m ballin’ like ocho
still at the back of the trap with a four*four
diss on the track, we gon’ smoke him like dodo
stay on attack, we throw bullets like romo
turn that boy to a pack and use that for some promo
n*gga havin’ them racks, we just bust down our logo
we got sh*t on lock, got ’em like, “where the rows go?”
[verse 2: bigstan kasino]
still in the trap with some ‘bows of the pressure
ten toes down in the field with my steppers
[?] my draco, you catch you a halo
if a n*gga try to play me like a rapper
lil’ bro put him up in the ‘wood and we wrap him
these n*ggas ain’t industry, n*ggas be cappin’
that sh*t look good when a n*gga be rappin’
he wanted to be viral, now a n*gga in a casket
he said he was fire, so we sent him to see fire
duckin’ no smoke, b*tch, i’m still on the eastside
got two chains on, my godd*mn neck turnt up
boy, they hate how a young n*gga flex
boy, these f*ck n*ggas ain’t never been a threat
n*gga go against the set, get smoked like [?]
same gang turned up and took off like a jet
steppin’ on n*ggas’ neck and we ain’t even broke a sweat

[interlude: lilcj kasino]
nah, for real
don’t play with that gang, n*gga, y’all know how the f*ck we comin’
stain sh*t, gang sh*t only

[verse 3: lilcj kasino]
i’m the one that be d*gg*n’ your b*tch like a pet
i just stuffed a whole fifty*round clip in my tec
that b*tch know i can’t stick around, dip after gettin’ my s*x
independent, i’m the only n*gga gettin’ my check, ayy
i still be hittin’ my ex just to chill in the trap, n*gga still done got fresh
put them bricks [?], you come get ’em, it’s less
always tell my dogs chill, n*gga, don’t make me tell ’em to fetch

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