BASABLANCA
laurent
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Me and your shorty been cutting She put me in front of the line Told me that you was a sucker It's nothing to f*ck her She happy that somebody tried Someone just put in they story If I ain't the best in the city Then somebody lying I been recording this dolo If I get a feature, man I swear that somebody dying That's facts We bouta f*ck up the summer Drip YSL like I'm Gunna My niggas straight out the gutter Waited too long for the come up Too long Got me a zip of that butter Blowing it down til the sun up Got a Dominican Told her we lit again She bend it over and cut up Cut up Big drip I fell in love with a lit bitch She f*ck with me 'cause I'm different In LA so don't mind if I'm distant In LA but NY on my fitted If them labels don't sign me, they tripping Shit I just might stay independent 'Cause these niggas be Flopping and flipping Bow She loving the style Treat that bitch like a Rollie I'm bussing her down She love when I'm coming around Wifey to me if she holding it down Might let her hold onto my crown I bought her a ticket I'm flying her out She landed I'm piping her down Down Way up Jet lagged in my suite I won't sleep, Ima stay up Pass me the ball Ima shoot, I won't lay up Back to the wall Ima swing til I KO Nigga we ball And we stunt like a hobby Won't let us in We gon f*ck up the lobby I got that silk YSL on my body Youngins might pull up And pull out that yami What's good Maserati gone I been dripping sauce I got shit to lose That's what turns you on I been feeling lost Got me drinking more I might hit you up Like I'm coming over All that shit you talk Made me want you more Made me went you bad I can't wait too long Know you been thru shit I got issues too Said I missed your calls Know you miss it too We bouta f*ck up the summer Drip YSL like I'm Gunna My niggas straight out the gutter Waited too long for the come up Facts Got me a zip of that butter Blowing it down til the sun up Got a Dominican Told her we lit again She bend it over and cut up Bet they can't wait til I'm gone They seen what I'm on I got this shit going up Straight to the moon Why you been dodging my texts? Huh huh Been in my zone Aye She keep on calling me Kev Yeah yeah Bitch I'm Laurent Yuh And my word is bond I might book me a flight to Milan All this cappin' they do in they songs I let it sing, we ain't singing along Yeah yeah Might put some stamps in your passport I ain't the one you should pass on I'm so ahead of the game I just be rapping in fast forward Any rapper that's better than me Either retired or passed on I just be killing these trap songs Niggas be hatin' with caps on Run up on me be your last sprint Funeral singing them sad songs See what I did to the last jawn? F*ck being so far I'm past gone Maserati gone I been dripping sauce I got shit to lose That's what turns you on I been feeling lost Got me drinking more I might hit you up Like I'm coming over All that shit you talk Made me want you more Made me went you bad I can't wait too long Know you been thru shit I got issues too Said I missed your calls Know you miss it too
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