Laso - Laso Angeles (Prod. by Craze) | Текст песни

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• Laso Angeles (Prod. by Craze)

(Intro)
Walk into California, AE
Laso Angeles
Aye, yo, feed me b or don't feed me nothin' at all
I don't fear no one, no on at all
Yo, fuck yo rappin', I'm so appalled by the way that you actin'
I'm the last of the real, I gotta keep it thrill
I'm the last of the real, I gotta keep it thrill
I'm the last of the real, I gotta keep it thrill
Aight
I'm the last of the real, I gotta keep it thrill
I was built with a little skill, then I worked on it
Workin' so hard, I might make you vomit quick on the mike like a
Supersonic, I had the glove before you knew I got it
I don't got it, who gon' feel this shit?
Depincture my head on this mortal combat
Life finish it, finish it, it's the intro, but I'mma finish it
It's the intro, but I'mma finish it

(Verse)
I'm feelin' nauseous, like fuckin' twin Olsen
Full house like a frat house, billboardin'
Everybody want a favor and I ain't even sign to a fuckin' major
Independent? Hell yeah, I'm fuckin' independent
I'm feelin' vicious, I had dreams that I'd make a vision
Your broad, James, gotta make a decision
Oxymoron, fly L cocky?
I was workin' hard for so long and now they spot me?
But I already spotted 'em, if they shoot, I already shot at 'em
Like (whip whip whip whip)
It felt like Eso Laso
It felt like Eso Laso
It felt like Eso Laso
Motherfucker, this is Laso Angeles
Motherfucker, this is Laso Angeles
Angelina Jolie can't handle this
I'mma keep it real with y'all, none of y'all can handle this

(Chorus)
I'm the last of the real, I gotta keep it thrill
I was built with a little skill, then I worked on it
Workin' so hard, I might make you vomit quick on the mike like a
Supersonic, I had the glove before you knew I got it
I don't got it, who gon' feel this shit?
Depincture my head on this mortal combat
Life finish it, finish it, it's the intro, but I'mma finish it
It's the intro, but I'mma finish it

(Verse)
Finish what you started, started from the bottom
I got it, the struggle, I spoke retarded, farted
Forget it, I get it, I get it
Nothing is the same except the bitches
Nothing was the same except the bitches
I hit them, I ran through 'em
My child lift, they ran thru me like the six ran bliss
Got the heavy hit, I hit a bitch nigga, also fucked yo bitch nigga
You a four time fag part time fuck nigga
And I don't even trust bitches
Only fuck with my niggas

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