4 POUND (feat. Ehcysp 21) - Lil Lze/Zero.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Lil Lze/Zero/Ehcysp 21
[00:00.500] 作曲 : Lil Lze/Zero
[00:01.000]Lyrics by: Lil Lze, Ehcysp 21, Zero
[00:02.000]Compose by: Lil Lze, Zero
[00:03.000]Arranger: Lil Lze, Zero
[00:04.000]Producer: Lil Lze, Zero
[00:05.000]Drums: Lil Lze, Zero
[00:06.000]Planning: Lil Lze/Ehcysp 21
[00:07.000]Mixing artist: Lil Lze, Zero
[00:08.000]Mixing Studio : StarMedia Studio
[00:09.000]Recording engineer: Lil Lze, Zero
[00:10.000]Recording Studio: StarMedia Studio
[00:11.000]Mastering engineer: Lil Lze, Zero
[00:12.000]Product company: Star Media
[00:13.590]My fish so bad, I call it a tan I said, baby, I don't need your friends
[00:17.100]I drove to the A and the Benz Crash out, I don't need new friends
[00:20.330]Like, **** it, we swappin' the sims You wanna go bang for bang
[00:23.880]My bank account balance way overdone I got four, five, six, seven, six, I'm countin'
[00:28.840]the ims Like, **** it, we spinnin' the game
[00:31.020]That boy gettin' big, yeah, he been in the gym
[00:32.630]Star ring on my middle finger, man, you know what it is
[00:35.100]Never stressin' about a bitch Cause lately, I've been poppin' my shit
[00:38.290]I could never sit with a snitch Always kept my mouth closed, never open my
[00:42.680]lips Burning up the bankrolls, I'm a king in this
[00:45.400]gym Like, where my crown at?
[00:47.120]Like, bring the crowd, bae I'm smokin' it loud, bae
[00:50.420]You sendin' them shots, I promise I bounce, bae
[00:52.780]Oh, huh We could go ounce for ounce
[00:56.250]**** that, we could go pound for pound Yo, mind if we smokin' that?
[00:59.990]Nine fifty for the loudest pack I got the berry, the cherry, the cookie,
[01:03.490]the runs I'm smokin' like that
[01:04.760]I got it this way from selling the fiends on the block
[01:06.900]With a mystery mask and a candy bag
[01:09.420]Bro, we'll do it for a pack in the mail Thumpin' rounds, you can rap slow snail
[01:13.300]If the crew ain't ready, this shit won't sail
[01:14.460]I'm with my brothers till the day that we fail
[01:16.210]Cullin' in trusty, the stars in the roof You shouldn't have to think what side you
[01:18.380]should choose I'm puffin' on that, so you smokin'
[01:19.790]on boo I'm with the niggas that's ready to
[01:22.510]shoot Like, we go pound for pound
[01:25.760]Like, we go pack for pack Blueberry jungle, leave got me smacked
[01:29.330]Rockin' the lids, too quick to attract I'm with the members, we movin' two tags
[01:32.370]So bro, if he move, we ready to snap He tryin' to lay shit down like a man
[01:36.670]Look shorty, look fun, and I'm tryin' to get at that
[01:40.280]Look shorty or teen with no makeup, she a clip
[01:43.340]If she with her friends, me and Leo double back
[01:46.720]We takin' off in the double R, this ain't a Uber Black
[01:49.940]We could go ounce for ounce **** that, we could go pound for pound
[01:53.830]Puffin' threads, goin' round for round She be ridin', did it like a mound
[01:56.970]Puffin' Mary Jane, not a black amount Sippin' liquor now, I'm blackin' out
[02:00.940]I'm so high now, I'm touchin' clouds No point for me to come right back down
[02:04.480]We could go ounce for ounce **** that, we could go pound for pound
[02:07.720]Don't mind him, we smokin' that 9.50 for the loudest pack
[02:10.980]I got the berry, the cherry, the cookie, the rum Some smokin' like that
[02:14.120]I got it this way from sellin' the fiends on the block
[02:16.440]With a mystery mask and a candy bag

文本歌词

作词 : Lil Lze/Zero/Ehcysp 21
作曲 : Lil Lze/Zero
Lyrics by: Lil Lze, Ehcysp 21, Zero
Compose by: Lil Lze, Zero
Arranger: Lil Lze, Zero
Producer: Lil Lze, Zero
Drums: Lil Lze, Zero
Planning: Lil Lze/Ehcysp 21
Mixing artist: Lil Lze, Zero
Mixing Studio : StarMedia Studio
Recording engineer: Lil Lze, Zero
Recording Studio: StarMedia Studio
Mastering engineer: Lil Lze, Zero
Product company: Star Media
My fish so bad, I call it a tan I said, baby, I don't need your friends
I drove to the A and the Benz Crash out, I don't need new friends
Like, **** it, we swappin' the sims You wanna go bang for bang
My bank account balance way overdone I got four, five, six, seven, six, I'm countin'
the ims Like, **** it, we spinnin' the game
That boy gettin' big, yeah, he been in the gym
Star ring on my middle finger, man, you know what it is
Never stressin' about a bitch Cause lately, I've been poppin' my shit
I could never sit with a snitch Always kept my mouth closed, never open my
lips Burning up the bankrolls, I'm a king in this
gym Like, where my crown at?
Like, bring the crowd, bae I'm smokin' it loud, bae
You sendin' them shots, I promise I bounce, bae
Oh, huh We could go ounce for ounce
**** that, we could go pound for pound Yo, mind if we smokin' that?
Nine fifty for the loudest pack I got the berry, the cherry, the cookie,
the runs I'm smokin' like that
I got it this way from selling the fiends on the block
With a mystery mask and a candy bag
Bro, we'll do it for a pack in the mail Thumpin' rounds, you can rap slow snail
If the crew ain't ready, this shit won't sail
I'm with my brothers till the day that we fail
Cullin' in trusty, the stars in the roof You shouldn't have to think what side you
should choose I'm puffin' on that, so you smokin'
on boo I'm with the niggas that's ready to
shoot Like, we go pound for pound
Like, we go pack for pack Blueberry jungle, leave got me smacked
Rockin' the lids, too quick to attract I'm with the members, we movin' two tags
So bro, if he move, we ready to snap He tryin' to lay shit down like a man
Look shorty, look fun, and I'm tryin' to get at that
Look shorty or teen with no makeup, she a clip
If she with her friends, me and Leo double back
We takin' off in the double R, this ain't a Uber Black
We could go ounce for ounce **** that, we could go pound for pound
Puffin' threads, goin' round for round She be ridin', did it like a mound
Puffin' Mary Jane, not a black amount Sippin' liquor now, I'm blackin' out
I'm so high now, I'm touchin' clouds No point for me to come right back down
We could go ounce for ounce **** that, we could go pound for pound
Don't mind him, we smokin' that 9.50 for the loudest pack
I got the berry, the cherry, the cookie, the rum Some smokin' like that
I got it this way from sellin' the fiends on the block
With a mystery mask and a candy bag