Letras

It's Luci, nigga (E-E-Energy made this) I know 'bout you, nigga, all the fake shit Nigga told this nigga that we friends, I'ma rob him (I'ma rob him) I'on want nobody, fuck you all, I'ma problem (I'ma problem) Quit staring at me like you hard, it's a problem (it's a problem) I'm the evil nigga, my heart dead, bitches right (bitches right) I'ma creep around in that bitch, 'til I spot 'em ('til I spot 'em) And I'ma shootin' jack with a nigga, fully spark 'em ('cause it's jack) Like all the niggas, and I laugh when I shot 'em They don't move, done with that shit, so we got 'em (got that nigga) Nigga, all I know is you a pussy, I don't know you Nigga said he from a gang, but yo' hood don't know you (They don't know you) Blunt at yo' party, but yo mom is yo' duck, nigga Nigga, I'm the king of Hell, I do not give a fuck (I do not give a fuck) They're all aware I'm chasing these chests We go back again, so I know you niggas hear me Nigga said he from the hood, they don't even know you (uh) If you reachin' for my chain, turn you into a tofu Nigga only gay so on the net and on the Pro Tools Nigga, I got good tools, I can kill both you Ballin' like I'm Goku, all these niggas soul food All these niggas soul food, boy, I thought I told you And I do you sole move, all my bullet so new They don't get to know you, nigga They don't get to know you Yeah, they don't get to know you I just made ten bands on streams, boy, that's my racks Homie, like what I'm seein' on 'em billboard, that's my sack He wants to know, I have 50 chains, boy, that's what I got (I got) They said he been selling them pills, boy, that's my trap (that's my trap) Yeah, nigga, slide that (slide that) The throat, yeah, slide that (damn, slide that) I make 'em bite that (yeah, bite that) He ain't like that (he ain't like that) Nigga said he tapped-in in a Lamb, well, I'll find that (I'on fight that) Shawty said that she don't wanna fuck I want my knife back (I want my knife back) I'm the only demon in yo' life, you can't fight back (you can't fight back) You can't fight back (you can't fight back) I'on got no friends (I'on got no friends) Niggas flip the switch, playin' on yo' bro Nigga, you a bitch (bitch), suckin' ten toes (ten toes) Nigga, you a snitch (snitch), you a clumsy hoe (clumsy hoe) All y'all niggas bitch (all y'all bitch) I don't fuckin' mix (I don't mix) On second shifts (on the shift, nigga) I will like it great (I'll do great) I pull out the gang (I'll do great) Niggas unfit (unfit) White bands in my fit (my fit) Nigga
Writer(s): James Dear Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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