Lurkin (feat. Funkmaster Flex)

Funkmaster Flex

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    Haha, grr
    Von, Von, Von (That hard, BMC)

    Young nigga, twenty-six, never had a job (Huh?)
    They never gave a nigga shit, so I had to rob
    I was walkin' niggas down, they ain't have a car (Yeah)
    Too fast, I get on your ass, you ain't gettin' far (Boom)
    Too sad, he was talkin' bad, now he in the stars (Boom)
    Who is that? We don't give a fuck, he ain't one of ours
    Switch the car, hit 'em high (Woah), get caught, play it smart
    Find you out, you will stop, hit the gas, livin' large (Uh)

    Damn, you know we ain't squashin' no beef (No beef)
    My dawg got dumped in the middle of the road
    We leavin' this shit in the streets (Boom, boom)
    Got some shorties outside and they lurkin' for me, uh (Huh?)
    They ain't lurkin' for free (Yeah)
    Got some shorties outside and they won't go to sleep
    Huh, what? 'Cause this how they eat

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    Uh, young nigga, twenty-two, ten M's up
    2021, X7, fuck a Benz truck
    Twenty-four shots in his FN tucked
    Playing, at the Heaven gates is where he gon' end up
    If I'm comin' in your club, then I brought the Glock
    Opps pull up, they won't make it out the parking lot
    My lil' nigga keep shootin' till his target drop
    Treat his head like a cig when we spark his top
    I be feelin' like I'm still in the field
    Pipe clutchin' while I'm whippin' the wheel
    I can't tell my lil' hitters to chill
    I'm from the 'Raq, where the killers get killed
    Like: Where he at? Now his shit gettin' spilled
    This is all facts, shit I'm spittin' is real
    Ain't no drive-bys, walkin' up on the drill
    Charged for a homicide, prayin' for an appeal
    Was broke, stuck in the hood, now I live in the hills

    Damn, you know we ain't squashin' no beef (No beef)
    My dawg got dumped in the middle of the road
    We leavin' this shit in the streets (Boom, boom)
    Got some shorties outside and they lurkin' for me, uh (Huh?)
    They ain't lurkin' for free (Yeah)
    Got some shorties outside and they won't go to sleep
    Huh, what? 'Cause this how they eat

    But lately, I been tryna be cool (Cool)
    'Cause I know the kids, they watch what I do (Damn)
    And I know the feds, they watchin' me too (Huh?)
    But niggas ain't stoppin' me, I'm sendin' this bitch to the Moon
    We shoot them boys fast, say: Give 'em a broom (Damn)
    This one for Patoon (Boom)
    If you ain't see his ass, you'll see him at noon (Uh-huh, what?)
    Put him on the news (Boom, boom)
    This how it go (You know how it go)
    Better keep your pole (Better keep your pole)
    Better not move slow (Not move slow)
    Boys on a roll (Them boys on a)
    Them boys tried to score (Them boys tried to score)
    Boys ain't gon' go (Boys ain't gon' go)
    That boy ain't no ho (That boy ain't no ho)
    I'm lettin' you know, I'm lettin' you know

    Damn, you know we ain't squashin' no beef (No beef)
    My dawg got dumped in the middle of the road
    We leavin' this shit in the streets (Boom, boom)
    Got some shorties outside and they lurkin' for me, uh (Huh?)
    They ain't lurkin' for free (Yeah)
    Got some shorties outside and they won't go to sleep
    Huh, what? 'Cause this how they eat

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    Composición: Funkmaster Flex, Klenord Raphael, Bmc Beats, Dayvon Bennett y Brand Gardner

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