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Mm-mm What you mean don't lack? Mm-mm Grr Mm-mm, Mm-mm, Mm-mm Grr Listen What you mean don't lack? We stay concealed, untuck it Twerk that, bruck it Make that hand ting slap [?] everything whacked (Baow) We slapped right back, what you mean don't lack? The corn it stays intact Paigons dash, whenever we make that crash The man eat safe, don't lack (Brr) Yo, what you mean don't lack? We stay concealed, untuck it Twerk that, bruck it Make that hand ting slap [?] everything whacked (Baow) We slapped right back, what you mean don't lack? (Mm-mm) The corn it stays intact Paigons dash, whenever we make that crash The man eat safe, don't lack (Brr) Letras de canciones I don't trust rap, I still be spinnin' (No cap) Flyin' heads gonna tear through linen (Broaw) (Play my) Play my position Shank on my waist, see my hand is the spinners (Baow) Collapse man quick, if I spot man, chop that, fill this clip up and drop that Shells collide with your frame and rock that The whole street's [?] when I pop that Who's lackin'? (Who?) I'm in a car, gripping on the automatic Who's lackin'? Man know what's crackin' I pack it up in traffic Who would have thought that I'm travellin' gypsy Fling this one, aim man like a frisbee (Mm-mm) [?] your skin, it feel oh so crispy (Ouch) Reload, headshot, now he's tipsy (You're gone) Like it ain't no option Bells on his shh We got them cars and bikes and caught them Firing shots in the crowd, waitin' for the news to say we got them These youts get dirty, ain't no problem for gang to dot them Feds wanna know who got them (Mm-mm) Officer, I don't know who shot them (Mm-mm) (Jimmy) Look What you mean don't lack? Video shoots, mashin' bags We don't do stunts, this wap does bang, we ain't throwin' hands (It must be mad) Stained a few albos, [?] treated me bad, now I'm dealing with affs (Mm-mm) Said mandem doing it bait anywhere Some jewels weren't part of the plan Listen What you mean don't lack? We stay concealed, untuck it Twerk that, bruck it Make that hand ting slap [?] everything whacked (Mm-mm) We slapped right back, what you mean don't lack? The corn it stays intact Paigons dash, whenever we make that crash The man eat safe, don't lack (Brr) Yo, what you mean don't lack? We stay concealed, untuck it Twerk that, bruck it Make that hand ting slap [?] everything whacked (Baow) We slapped right back, what you mean don't lack? The corn it stays intact (Run off) Paigons dash, whenever we make that crash The man ain’t safe, don't lack (Brr) The guns don't beep, but we got pumpies [?] squeeze, then tap Grab her [?] and, I repeat, don't lack Gettin' hard, gotta squeeze like nyash (Baow) Pull up, pop corn at, your digital dash The block said opps outside [?], so we take them tats Pull the hair back off, now he ain't got plats Me lackin', are you mad? I got the glee tucked into my pants It's live onstage or the back of the dance The sheen gon rinse, her teeth gon' hit Head tucked in, split that wig The trigger ain't stiff, just fiddle with it Man's like [?], leave one for the pigs Get back [?] fillin' [?] Yo Don't lack, I'd rather the jail Rather get packed, than partner with 12 (No way) Chill with that gang, whenever we slap, you're a target as well You can try dash, but ain't faster than shells No plaster or patch, real harm to your health Guard up or get whacked A shank or a wap, that's the answer to hell (You know) Nobody's ever made man bleed Keep my machine, I ain't one to concede (Never) I'm giving out coppers to children in need Let 'em kids run up on me Put on my gloves like I'm Apollo Creed Over, 12 rise up my sleeve Really don't lack, I got bag for the glee You know it's the guilty that plead Listen What you mean don't lack? We stay concealed, untuck it Twerk that, bruck it Make that hand ting slap [?] everything whacked (Baow) We slapped right back, what you mean don't lack? The corn it stays intact Paigons dash, whenever we make that crash The man eat safe, don't lack (Brr) Yo, what you mean don't lack? We stay concealed, untuck it Twerk that, bruck it Make that hand ting slap [?] everything whacked (Baow) We slapped right back, what you mean don't lack? The corn it stays intact Paigons dash, whenever we make that crash The man eat safe, don't lack (Brr) F1 makes 'em dirty You ain't got no clue 'bout clams, you're cat What you mean don't lack? How can you talk like that? You lie in tracks Rappers lying, loading straps, ain't cuttin' Ts, cutting out when they're fucking needed Cuttin' through, slept with straps and bury you Yo Lack ain't part of my vocab (No chance) Stock on the SK, man unfold that Station, man can't crack or fold, but crack and snow man sold that (Slang that) No cat, throw shells and they don't throw back And if they cut through, course man go back Unload that, it's out and it ain't concealed 'til someone's totalled From Letras Mania