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lirik lagu limma (limitz) - back 2 back

[horrid]

up and down on the backroad freezing i be try’na buss me the sales
you was kissing that b-tch every evening i probably get uck from the girl
i was moving mad hot on the strip so the judge had me stuck up in jail
and i ain’t try’na go back in so you know i gotta run from the 12

[limma]

they say i intend to supply
they want me on the bed doing time
your shit is dead, they come to me
i got peng on my line
i swear that’s feds over there, oh shit they’re coming from behind
so there’s no stopping jump out i’m jogging i ain’t try’na hear no fines

[horrid]

i remember them days i was low, dark up and run ups with ls
i just took man’s work and bopped then slapped all the buds on the scale
why the hell he stack for a strap if he ain’t try’na dump off the shells
i might stake outside man’s gaff, i come to your house like the mail

[limma]

food come peng like nicki 16 no pum ask cindy
you’re peng i could never be busy shoulda died they calling me 50
always talking my name boy chi-chi man got bagged with a flicky
what i done was so so silly courts hoping i don’t go bin g

[horrid]

and i still set pace on my tool, yeah i done 12 and i’m ready
and the food be coming in boats, got hella 8 b-lls and benny’s
everyday d-rose on my brain it’s got man pouring the henny
and i ain’t got time for a bae, i’m bagging up 4s of the smelly

[limma]

how does he talk like that, he was my favourite cat
how does he talk like that, he left his sliders next to his flat
i buss it to his mum and him, true say not to his dad
and when me and bro caught him that day i swear he dashed

[horrid]

i’m bagging up this 4s up in eddy
i miss food in the morning like brekky
like i’m try’na get all of the ready’s
you was at home talking to jezzy’s
i got crack-shots calling my celly
i might jump out the ride with a semi
i told bro let’s go let’s [?], cah i just left the opp-boy messy

[limma]

oh shit i’m dark and rude
but god knows i’m talking the truth
girl you should change your name to banter cah the mandem laugh at you
eugh she’s dead and broke
she cat for sex and c-ke
there’s no way on the bible i could ever ever respect that hoe

[horrid]

and i make sure my line never off
cah this trap phone pays me
and them niggas there just soft, them niggas there just babies
everyday i gotta praise to the lord cah my lifestyle’s crazy
dip that nigga up with the same big blade that d-rose gave me

[limma]

ring trap how i make my dough
come on feds you can raid my home
cah they won’t find shit in the yard
big shank and it ain’t for show
this cat is looking kinda dirty
he like speed and i’m cookie like snow
them feds on man wanna bird me i swear i just wanna live in o

- lirik lagu limma limitz

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