Feel Like 2016

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LAZER DIM 700 - Rap, Plugg

Feel Like 2016

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[Intro] Grab my fuckin' lighter Yeah, yeah I'm high as fuck right now I'm, I'm high as fuck right now I'm, I'm high as fuck right now [Verse] The drugs gon' knock me down The drugs gon' hold me down My stick gon' push you down You won't get back up Do licks in a black truck With the stick, that be my backup I don't got no gang, I don't got backup Fuck the ho, I gotta use latex Uber, I'm in this bitch relaxed like a Maybach Mini store where I catch some of plays at We ain't playin' tag, goin' back and forth Kick your door like I be with some whores You can't shoot the fye, you ain't usin' your force We seen it before, we know how that shit go I got some shit in my backpack for the low You can't trade me, you can trade lil' bro Bitch can't stay with me, open up my door Lil' twin ain't itchin' off no pill, he itchin' to blow Two defenses, better watch how you approach Put the drip on, I ain't even make a post Inhale all the 'za, I'm a ghost Ain't nobody in the hotbox with me Sticked up, got the green box litty I'm on drank, this that drank I'm on drank, I'm on drank, I just can't relax Cap shit, boy, you know I can see that Nigga capped out, got on like three hats Havin' Runtz, I got Supreme blunt wraps You don't want no racks, you ain't even on that He don't want no racks, he don't even show that Told her fuck somethin', that in her zodiac Hood lit, we havin' blicks, you know that Finesse you out your shit, you a maniac Got a black stick, I'ma name it that Rich-ass restaurants, diner bags He a lunch lady, he just got on shiesty mask Hotbox the whip, got the bitch geeked Keep cuttin' my fro, my shit ain't even Wipe the boy nose, they got the boy sneezin' Look at my B-roll, this shit unbelievable Nigga ain't work for this shit, tryna get a boost If I get a Lam', first day, I might wreck the coupe I push up drippy, you know I gotta spread it too Shit get sticky, got stuck in somethin' gooey Keep the cash put up for whenever I gotta do it Black pants, I ain't ever put on no Truey Shit hit the fan like I put my arm through it Looking for lil' Lazer, bitch, I'm in the hood Try to do it silent, my partner 'nem run I just get deposits, run right through 'em I don't even gotta pop it, you know what's goin' I ain't even gotta cock it, this bitch just blowin' Every time I pop out, I'm makin' noise [Outro] Yeah, yeah, ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out

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