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luci4 - fanto كلمات الأغنية

(luci4)
no dreads , high packs
build money up , stacked up inna door way
kicked the door , we ain’t doing sh_t yo way
finna put the medal to his head like crochet
our squad don’t gotta do sh_t
we just wan blow just wanna be rich
in love with halo (ye dumb sh_t)
b_tches gon change b_tches gon dip
and i’m okay i’m up and just quit
oh churro on the beat , that’s bro
tell my ring all my feet all red dead
4 percs then we do the coke

i_i can remember i jug 2 kay
and thirty_fyve we do not play
there ain’t nun but shout out spayce
just stand up we stuntin for days
and we for real , shyne out the cut
you got something on ya face
you gon pull up and then what
dissinto uh flaming place
ogs drum roll he got him tucked
knock his body out of sp_ce
and i’m sippin’ on some stuff
turn my kidney to disgrace
and i’m rocking out the b_tch
til’ i feel like i am safe
only bands stickin out my d_mn door
n_gga talking sh_t
hit his d_mn throat
n_ggas know i got the f_cking d_mn tote
(d_mn toke)

see me coming out the cut
imma catch for a gram tho

(cartis bunny)
n_ggas know i got the f_cking phantom
we sippin fanta every f_ckin’ day
you know i pull up to ya crib
and you know we slay
every f_cking day , monday thru sunday
yeah we slay

n_ggas know i got the f_cking fanto
we sippin fanta every f_ckin’ day
you know , we pray , to our god every day
she suckin’ on my d_ck
then she out my f_ckin crib
every f_cking day , ye you know , we pray
we preachin to our god
she suck on my d_ck , then out my f_cking crib

- luci4

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