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Lary Over - 21 Lyrics

Bitches I cut off, they still mine
Locked out of IG and I’m still alive
How you come with the fire and get fried?
Homie beg for a truce and he still died

Let that bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, what you play for? (Play for)
He got in the way, got a halo (Halo)
He turned twenty-one, get a draco (Boom, paow, paow)

He turned twenty-one, get the LV (Gang, gang)
Gotta hop out the Porsche, you gon’ step in (Gang, gang)
Lil’ ni*** got colder, ain’t flexin’ (Gang, gang)
He been holdin’ that bitch with his left hand (Gang, gang)

Let that bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, what you play for? (Wah)
He got in the way, got a halo (El Guasón, bebé)
He turned twenty-one, get a draco (Gang, gang)

El draco los pone a bailar como TikTok (Jajajaja)
Se cagan cuando escuchan el click-clack (Wuh)
Me meto las Perco como Tic Tac
Y te matamo’ como mato la pista, eh (Prrr, prrr)

Tito Puente con los palo’
Jefe de jefe’, Pablo y Gonzalo (Uh)
Trabajo que suba, él nunca me sale (Jajaja)
Quien me conspire se caga en la hollow, rrr

Dior, Dior (Wuh), la .40 en el mahón
Fredo y Lary metiendo presión
Y el que pillemo’, rrra (Jaja)

Mandando el azúcar como Celia Cruz (Cruz)
Mandamo’ nosotro’, baja la actitud (Jajaja)
O si no te paseamo’ en el baúl (Wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh)
Y te apagamo’ la luz (Pu, pu)

Bitches I cut off, they still mine
Locked out of IG and I’m still alive
How you come with the fire and get fried?
Homie beg for a truce and he still died

Let that bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, what you play for? (Play for)
He got in the way, got a halo (Halo)
He turned twenty-one, get a draco (Boom, pow, pow)

He turned twenty-one, get the LV (Gang, gang)
Gotta hop out the Porsche, you gon’ step in (Gang, gang)
Lil’ ni*** got colder, ain’t flexin’ (Gang, gang)
He been holdin’ that bitch with his left hand (Gang, gang)

Let that bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, what you play for? (Paow)
He got in the way, got a halo (Boom, boom)
He turned twenty-one, get a draco (Gang, gang)

When I turned sixteen I was spinnin’ (Gang)
I was out here spinnin’ with a perm
Bang on my name, ’cause I earned
Nigga got cold on my burner (Yeah)
Got the drop on a ni***, tryna learn ’em (Yeah)

‘Fore the dirty, get my hands dirty
Bitches ain’t no prop, I know how to work
I ain’t squashin’ shit, I’m lay that work
Got the Glock in the bag, on my own like a purse, yeah

Droppin’ the baggage and became a thing
I was out spinnin’ and skatin’ rain
Rap good but a ni*** got murder ?
Jesus piece with a Satan chain

Turned sixteen, got a .9
Turned eighteen, got a case (Case)
Twenty-one I was locked in a cell (Cell)
On parole, still ride with the drac- (Drac-)

Bitches I cut off, they still mine
Locked out of IG and I’m still alive
How you come with the fire and get fried?
Homie beg for a truce and he still died

Let that bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, what you play for? (Play for)
He got in the way, got a halo (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
He turned twenty-one, get a draco (Boom, pow, pow)

He turned twenty-one, get the LV (Gang, gang)
Gotta hop out the Porsche, you gon’ step in (Gang, gang)
Lil’ ni*** got colder, ain’t flexin’ (Gang, gang)
He been holdin’ that bitch with his left hand (Gang, gang)

Let that bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, what you play for? (Paow)
He got in the way, got a halo (Boom, boom)
He turned twenty-one, get a draco (Wuh)

El Wason BB (Boo, boo)
Dímelo, Fredo
Fredo Bang
Frank Miami, jaja
Wuh
Frank Miami, yeh
Carbon Fiber Music
Jajajaja (Boo, boo)