LOS

LOS - Postcards lyrics

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We shit now the game by the time they hit us

We’ll be prolly seeking on the plane

But the suck, see fuck about my lane

As the perfect time that ex the nigga fuck about the game like

Wings on, kingship, bro shit, better when thy got rings on them like

Go hide, we ain’t, got nothing for bitches niggas but postcards

We ain’t, got nothing for bitch niggas but postcards

We can see through speechless, so let get through street less

Someone trapped the lost key, but keep his lust fresh

That skies of papers, stack an axer, I’m not the savior, I’m better to save all

I should take two haters, on that which is gonna be, get on me

Tynna follow me if you’re able to be, seventy, shout them off the lay upon the heaven be

Suddenly, I just got my men, go now nigga have a black one,

Never to my black one, niggas are the black ones

Niggas are lights out, how is out, and this thing is ready for them mother fucker wipe up

Nigga ain’t surely, ain’t build like this, this is my real life, butch I ain’t pay like this

I just feel like I make muse, like she meals, why do you feel like shit?

Shit you one ain’t to see that somebody see us, that somebody see us?

Might somebody see us?

If they ain’t to see us, then somebody shit us on the DJ frog,

I ain’t fuck make it out without a DJ bro

We shit now the game by the time they hit us

We’ll be prolly seeking on the plane

But the suck, see fuck about my lane

As the perfect time that ex the nigga fuck about the game like

Wings on, kingship, bro shit, better when thy got rings on them like

Go hide, we ain’t, got nothing for bitches niggas but postcards

We ain’t, got nothing for bitch niggas but postcards

I’m somewhere, under pom trees, whit that blond tease, under one risk

Young nigga are blowning than string leaves, I ain’t no problem for the right side

To say money, money, money, queens, queens, cash, school them

Trap lane, got thing, going in fast nigga

I’m somewhere the moon, looking down in the cools, somewhere in the room, nigga run

Who could get run me, who the fuck soon can to be

Me, you LLS, IT, IG, I can see a lot of them coming from the click right now

So I’m rightful caused for this bitch right now, ah

Next time you see me I probably be different, I told you niggas

You get run take that whole things, fake a thing you saw me as looking like a hell old nigga, cane

We shit now the game by the time they hit us

We’ll be prolly seeking on the plane

But the suck, see fuck about my lane

As the perfect time that ex the nigga fuck about the game like

Wings on, kingship, bro shit, better when thy got rings on them like

Go hide, we ain’t, got nothing for bitches nigga’s but postcards

We ain’t, got nothing for bitch niggas but postcards

(Postcards, postcards, postcards, postcards)

We ain’t, got nothing for bitch niggas but postcards

We shit now the game by the time they hit us

We’ll be prolly seeking on the plaine

But the suck, see fuck about my lane

As the perfect time that ex the nigga fuck about the game like

Wings on, kingship, bro shit, better when thy got rings on them like

Go hide, we ain’t, got nothing for bitches nigga’s but postcards

We ain’t, got nothing for bitch niggas but postcards.

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