Leeky2x - Face Tats (Lyrics)

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  • Опубликовано: 18 янв 2024
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    lyrics
    Before the face tat they treated me so basic
    Now I got (*) in my face like I'm jason
    No more (*) in this room they clout chasing
    He was high seen his eyes they dilated
    (*) talk down on leeky but I made it
    We did em foul we ain't worried bout no flagrants
    I came cookies n Dior she love my fragrance
    Brodie gotta chop for a (*) w loose statements
    A la joint put my name inside the pavement
    Y my Jean cost these (*) car payments
    She get around like pac I got juice get her naked
    We got chops for the opps but I'm shaded
    (*) asking bout a (*) I can't save her
    (*) blind c my ice i baptized him
    If he told u I'm not a joint he's a liar
    I'm off a perk 30 I'm trynna get higher
    Brodie got that white girl liz mguiere
    I went to school w the scammers n killers
    I can't tell these (*) chill not even a little
    I can't sit up on my (*) I go n get it
    I really rap about the life I'm really living
    Kick the (*) outta the crib after I hit it
    I'll slap him onna stage like will smith
    A saxophone I blow bands at sax 5th
    You ain't got chip u ain't fly u dismissed
    If uon got it rn then I could it
    (*) saying that I can't but I did itb
    Ima trophy (*) mad cuz I got motion
    Don't even ask bout these (*) they all rolling
    If that smoker had some chains she'll (*) em
    These (*) lame you bought chains n u tuck em
    My oops lame they c my face n do nothing
    C it in my face w due time I'd b something
    (*) kno I'll take all fades I'm not runnin
    Wilt chamberlain's chop hold a hunnid
    We jus (*) the bnb up we ain't even tripping
    Ian waitin in no line (*) im always (*)
    This off the punch u thought I was I tricin
    I keep some tricks up my sleeve I'm real tricky
    They gon spin all my music till I'm dizzy
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