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lirik lagu softwilly, lex pain & void - chrome beretta

[intro]
(av with that drip, ho)

[verse 1: void]
lil’ boy better step up
been had the sauce so you n~ggas better ketchup
stay with the strap, yeah, we hittin’ from the chest up
6 deep with the gang on the low in a tesla
all black with a chrome beretta
took his flow and i’m doin’ it better
in the cut, ain’t no matter the weather
talkin’ sh~t and i’m clutchin’ the lever

[verse 2: lex pain]
pull out the choppa, it makin’ him hiccup
i get me a shiver, she suckin’ my d~ck up
he talkin’ that sh~t but he wishin’ ran up
callin’ up leg ’cause i need that beretta
six deep, pull up with the pressure
if lil’ boy step up, he leave in a stretcher
all black with interior leather
calm down, don’t f~ck with a k!ller
you n~ggas is less, my n~ggas is greater
gave her the tip, lil’ shawty a waiter
ballin’ out like i play for the lakers
on a roll, b~tch, i feel like a skater
she wanted d~ck, so i told her i’d cater
had to snap, b~tch, i feel like a gator
had to snap couple rounds out the glock
run up on me and i’m airin’ the block
run up on me, you get shot in yo face
draggin’ the body all over the state
just like some alcohol, you gettin’ chased
hop out the benz, i hop in a wraith
put on a techno beat, shawty she feelin’ me
blowin’ her back to the beat of the bass
kickin’ her out, like i need sp~ce
after she gone, the number erased
[bridge: void]
gang, gang, gang, gang, b~tch, i’m a k!lla
gang, gang, gang, gang, i go gorillas
gang, gang, gang, gang, yeah, it’s a thrilla
gang, gang, gang, gang, a caterpillar
i keep the mac on me, b~tches call me steve jobs
this loud pack got me higher than them greek gods
i’m on the southside, shooters got them dead eyes
we be stackin’ bread high, we yo’ f~cking demise

[verse 3: 1nonly]
said i be riding f~ckin’ dirty, now these b~tches on my d~ck
what the f~ck? what the f~ck? what the f~ck it really is
they be talkin’, “1nonly, how the f~ck you get so big?”
it’s all the money i be making, holy f~ck i’m getting rich
let’s get it
i be in the whip dirty tinted, admit it
you be countin’ pennies, i be countin’ all these digits
rick up on my feet so c~nt how it’s written
hold up wait a minute
i said hold up wait a minute
im yo b~tch mcm that’s why i got it on my back
i got two .45s, got two bad dimes
if you want that beef better bring it out the back
like holy sh~t like holy f~ck! i’m high as f~ck i can’t relax
i got this money, got this money steady coming by the stack lil b~tch
[verse 4: $atori zoom]
glock, a bust down
thot, she bust down
hot, i f~ck now
stop, i nut now
watch the f~ck out
knock, i’m up now
shot, the bums down
rock, i’m punk now
milly rock, shine like i’m johnny dang, dang, dang
silly watch, i don’t need a thing but a gang chain
iggy pop with the punk rock, you a d~mn lame
55, but i run a hundred on the high way
see that wocky got you loose
say it to ya face and then i say it in the booth
hey, huh, what? f~ck you b~tches, i’m the truth
b~tch, i’m getting brain from ya main baby boo (yuh, f~ck you too)

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