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luci4 – rpg كلمات اغاني

i don’t give f_ck hoe, you ain’t really hurt me
gold chain on got me feeling like im xerxes
i don’t trust myself whenever i be off the perkys
make a wrong move, turn yo ass in some jerky
you’s a b_tch you is snitch_snitchin
you don’t drill sh_t, nah, you not with it
catch his ass with a whole fitted
there’s money on your head i’mma get it lil n_gga

see your dead homies in the gun smoke
talking all that sh_t, you don’t even tote
you can get fried egg_egg yolk
and i’m reckless cuz my life is a b_tch

[?] broad day with the ks
you gon’ pull up on me, n_ggas know spr_spray
givе a f_ck bout your life, i don’t care about myself
do not flеx on the net, you get robbed for your wealth
throw your wheels on my belt, you should k!ll yourself
want beef? ok, you get drilled on the l
wanna beef with me, do you feel yourself?
you get left in the snow like an elf. with no team
on them b’s i’mma squeeze if a b_tch n_gga need it
(better watch your hoe cuz that b_tch’ll get skeeted)

you better be in park when we get to robbin’
those street l!cks, now your mama gon be sobbin’
i’m really with the drama, what’s the problem
if you want beef then we pull up get to droppin’
gang bangin high, when i pressure you fold
see your chain hangin, n_gga that’s a [] ripoff
in the max payne and you n_ggas just on a hoe
and you n_ggas goin where you shouldn’t have to be told

you get cut just like an ankle, n_gga forgi’s on my ankles
n_gga you be tellin’ fables, you’s a p_ssy that’s a label
i’ma juice him like a [?] if i find out you betray us
smoke an orange, smoke a […?…]

tryna get filthy rich
i don’t got a fifty clip

f_ck out with that beggar sh_t you knew that we was bummin’
riding on the opps, you know the whole pack gunnin’
i can’t help my chest, my f_ckin heart not pumping
lean in my stomach, bruh you know i’m not bluffin’
i’m oding (ah, sh_t) i’m oding (ah, sh_t)
i bust a hundred shots and a n_gga fleeing
in the [?] cuz i’m not a human being
cuz where i be in is a trap, you n_ggas dreamin’

lil n_gga do you know who i run with
not even a gang, i got spirits make them slugs hit
if you want smoke, you get put in the oven
b_tch 3500 so i’m out in the club sh_t
i don’t think them motherf_ckers get along
smokin’ on your dead homies out the bong
keep the .45 in the backpack cuz you took too long
close my eyes and i see h_ll, do not ask me what’s wrong
most my n_ggas buzz, and they marching for they set
i got so much homies, guarantee they leave you wet
n_ggas false claiming till they hoe_ass get checked
you thought i was riffing till them slugs hit your chest
i don’t sip no triple sec, my n_gga i sip lean
i can see the […]
b_tch i’m f_ckin’ crazy cuz there’s problems with my genes
and i’m runnin’ from this beam

you’s a p_ssy, my heart colder
think you buck but 4jay bolder
standing on the block, rpg on my shoulder
pull up to your party with the choppers and the rover

b_tch

- luci4

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