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• Written by LTC
I'm in the 386 from the 617
States hot, full of a whole lot of legends
Miami Bass part of the sound machine
music that make you moove, to the groove
pleasant, smoke blunts
make the beats independent
come against it, I pump squeeze, dump
so ignorant, from the basement
to the pent house
watch the cars bounce
keep my music in the clouds
wanna be on every cover
1 up like Mario brothers
got that chee like Bruce lee
I let loose with a double mag
you in the Morg with a toe tag
I stay strap six deep
With six bitches in my jeep
if the girl look good no lying
gonna fuck that bitch or dye trying
I got one two three fingers in the air
everybody throw ur 3's up in the air
617 - 508 - 305 time to get live
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what good is owning jewels you cant wear
it's like weed you can't smoke spare me the tears
is it all for the videos (lol)
or for the tinder ho's
thinking you iced up and froze
I got to expose these fools
they ain't wearing no jewels
if they got em we rob em
take their ATM card
don't try and swim with the shark
you little pussy fart
fans tell me who bumping this
I'm so relentless this is just practice
I feel anxious so I dropped this for the masses
puffing on the grasses
this is just a layer
like the mafia, I'm doing you a favor
a mover a shaker
this is for the hater
you mad cause I'm making the papa
My lyrics hit you like a glock
your heart ticks like a clock
mine swosh like a Rolex
threats don't make me tense
no regrets with my pen, death note
write your name and you get's x'ed (next)
shouldn't have gotten me vexed
like an old boyfriend I'm obsessed
I suggest you run, I got a gun
you got a knife, welcome to the wildlife
hip hop times are changing, no pain no gain
no brain, must be insane
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About the Artist
LTC
Member since August 22 2016