Lazarus! - RLAZY

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Got gold on my wrist, i got pete’ on my wrist Pull up, r kelly, i might pee on my bitch “oh, she like that shit?” Bro not really, don’t record that shit I’m going up like a rocket These n***as be hating on me, “what’s up then?” These bitches they suckin on me, they slobberin The glockys is always on me, i’m poppin’ Shawty be giving me dome Shit with the pack, then i get it gone I run to the side like jimmy john’s If that n***a live, then i get him gone Shawty she likin’ the way i’m flowin’ I empty the k, but, “where you goin’?” I walk in that bit’, i rock rick owens She suckin my dick, that bitch still goin’ He don’t got a strap?, like get him gone I got an erection, she give me dome Pull up in a whip like “go”, yeah, ain’t grippin’ your waist, i’m grippin’ a pole Pull up with a tool i make him fly I said “i love you”, girl i lied Shawty a thot, she just for the night I love my glock, it’s down to ride I got three phones, don’t answer no calls He fucking these hoes but i’m at his spot I run to the money, these n***as, they stall I’m shooting these n***as, i’m not in the storm He say he real, boy, “not at all” “you in the field”, boy, “not at all” “that’s your bitch”, boy, “not at all” I got rich, boy, run it up Shawty see that i got cash, now she begging for me I got designer on my tats’ cause’ it’s different to me I know it’s easy to see: this shits so easy to me But i do not fuck with these bitches, they’re so greasy to me Man fuck all these bitches, i’m getting this dough These n***as be cappin’, they gettin’ no dough That n***a he act, then don’t gotta pole I pull up, i’m busting, i take off his dome I pull up and ask if she give me dome And that n***a lackin’, we takin’ his dough And that n***a broke, i’m fuckin’ his hoe And then when i’m lit, i’m pourin’ a four And i got a stick, it came with a scope I’m pullin’ a ?, and i’m ? the ? Pull up with the glick, and make him hit the woah She all on my dick, uh, “woah” Choppa go “blat”, just like ?er’s Too much drip, just like gunna That’s your bitch, and i want her She a flip, i don’t trust her Yeah a n***a trap, i’m plugged in Money, rich, with that big benz Green lean, boy, that’s ben 10 She all on me when i walk in They followed me here, yeah, i got hoes Run up all on me, and i’m uppin’ the pole My diamonds, they cold, like no froze Don’t fuck with these n***as, these n***as, they foes I put in the change, but i didn’t blow Don’t fuck with these n***as, these n***as be hoes Don’t fuck with these bitches, these bitches, they go But i’m in the trap, i whip in the bowl I’m sippin’ on act, i don’t know how to act I’m breakin’ her back, you ain’t gettin’ her back If a n***a want beef, he know where i’m at Pull up with a beam, give that n***a a clap Got gold on my wrist, i got pete’ on my wrist Pull up, r kelly, i might pee on my bitch “oh, she like that shit?” Bro not really, don’t record that shit Like bro, my name lazy, i get to the racks Girl you not thick, you just fat My pockets big, my pockets fat I walk in that bit’ with a big ol’ bat I walk in that bit’ with a big ol’ strap Extended the clip, extended the mags Pull up with the glick, he ? like ? I walk in that bit’, they know who i am
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