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lucki - bad influence freestyle كلمات أغنية

[part i: 21 gun salute]

[intro]
ayy, no bap, no bap, no, ayy

verse]
i just stopped for a pic with a fan with f&n, it was still in my hand
told me all love, but it’s a sayin’
these n_ggas ain’t playin’ and for sure it ain’t fair
no question, it’ll happen, it’s the when or the where
i poke my chest out
thinkin’ what i say before it let out
b_tch played stupid, stuck there now
wouldn’t wanna be him when they seen him, they gon’ bail out
very, very scary like fredo
sh_t a happen same time the mail out
claps and applause like a sell out

my b_tch goin’ on with sh_t that she know i don’t care ’bout
probably tryna see what i care about
i was just a boy in the bity, i’m the mayor now
i don’t gotta hear ’til they say it to my face
so i guess i don’t hear now

marathon never was a race

keep ya eyes open, never be late
pray to god while you high, but don’t forget to give thanks
rub the wrong n_ggas wrong, you could end up bein’ late

tune go tune pace, hunnid in the school lane
i’m boolin’ in the trench like i’m sellin’ blu_rays

i spend cash money, so it’s never rainy days

[outro]
n_gga know what’s goin’ on, ayy
“21 gun salute”
youngin’
“21 gun salute”
salute, salute, salute

[part ii: represent]

[intro]
west side dope ain’t sh_t, man
i know ’cause i’m from the east side
the best dope is the east side dope, you know what i’m sayin’?
ayy
yup, yup, yup, yup
i’m drinkin’ that boy, i feel like bg them (haha)
ayy, tell that n_gga cho bring me a blunt in here, don’t stop the song though
ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy

[verse]
ayy, i’m my side crazy, these b_tches yellin’, “pay me”
you n_ggas pushin’ daisies, my b_tch want me home

you make a lot of noise, it be a n_gga, fix your tone
5.7 baby, it look like james bond’s
represent the navy, we don’t condone snakes, we just say it
a n_gga get bit, you on your own
tryna hide the cup ’cause i’m grown, but i think it set a tone
i could care about a lot, but i don’t

tell a hater touch grass, tell a b_tch get what she want
russian guns for my brother, french tips on a ho
get a rollie for my mother, that ain’t even what she want

i been back poppin’ xans, you better leave me alone

i be everywhere you won’t, og said i’m actin’ slow
i responded, “i ain’t actin’, i’m just givin’ what they want”
i been drinkin’ that dope, i could never get a cold, like
ayy, i been drinkin’ that boy, i could never get a cold, like
[outro]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
neptune got ya’ b_tch, neptune, clique up
ayy, left town, got them stretchers hunnid thousand quicker
money go up the river
and i’m a [?] like a [?] boy
mlb, capo
neptune reloader
mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm
mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm

[part iii: oath]

[intro]
yup, yup, yup, yup, yup
ayy, yeah, what? ayy

[verse]
i can’t get enough of drinkin’ in a drought sh_t
sl_t her on a couch sh_t and that go for the boss b_tches
my lil ski ‘nem on that dumb sh_t, sometimes i fund sh_t
f_ck the 12s and the judges like ms love ‘nem
lil’ bro throw fours like they dugg ‘nem, i’m still a thug with them
they ain’t got my number, but it’s love for them, i gave enough to them
new whip like gta, that lamb’ truck kitted, it look like dub edition
that boy can’t eat, he ain’t got no hustle in ’em, can’t even drug it with ’em
i can’t even eat ’cause ain’t no drank, know you don’t relate, you punk sippin’
post two_hunnid straight out the bank, but never show the gun with it
she play her part, and i got love for her, don’t let me use you (don’t let me use you)
i live fast, i know that god really put me here to do music
i tricked a eve ’cause i’m a snake, i bit forbidden fruit too
how ya brodie k!lled your brodie, and you introduce ’em?
imagine you was high as me, this dumb ho tryna seduce you
bae, i cannot lose you, i was cryin’ for help on youtube
i’m ridin’ in this clean_ass car like striker, that’s that sh_t, amuse you
that’s the sh_t you used to, i’m like, ayy

power to the head with love, no one to give it to
(i’d probably k!ll ’em too)
[outro]
ayy, yeah, yeah
yup, just like that
what?
you might as well just mark me on the back outside when i was home goin’ on
i’m biased, i was taped outside that time
mafioso
stop askin’

- lucki

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