Bad Lucc - Outchea - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

30.10.2010

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[Bad Lucc] B-B-Bad Lucc on the corner with my homies doin' all bad We talkin' licks, and not to give my brother ball back Press the line and I’ma whippin' like a grand daddy[?] Spillin' vodka, got the choppa in the grand Natty 107 were them hustlers on that gunplay Outchea nothing, turn your block into a runway I’m suited up, I sprinkled of molly over 7 grams They turned a nigga to a ghost over 7 bands My 5-0-1’s hangin, chain swingin From the prevlass to the Raymonds – gang bangin Southern Cali with the drop, man the greats revealed We ain’t gonna steal your collar nigga, buck a bill No bueno, the Sanos, a bunch of Canos Rip out your heart and they been A-Holes since last patranos Watch bread I’mma poppin like a K move Diamond Lane official, O T L Gang too [Hook] Yea I’m outchea (hustlin') I’m outchea (grindin') I’m outchea (stuffin') I’m outchea (rollin') I’m outchea (geekin') I’m outchea (roosted) I’m outchea (beastin') Nigga, I’m outchea (mean) Nigga, I’m outchea (mean) Nigga, I’m outchea Aye aye aye aye fuck all that shit nigga You already know what my shit do Line that shit up my nigga, yea that [Bad Lucc] T-T-Topic of discussion – where the gang moves Whippin' through the city like I can't loose I be outchea with a bad one in the zip and kill her I tell that bitch you seen my bitch? You better keep it realer They keep mob close, breaking down a couple grams You hit the city with the blam like the Son of Sam Knock a nigga out his shoes for the scheming Then he is cripping in his blood, bring a demon Beamin', leanin', hangin', maintainin' I pull your bitch up in this lane and she name changing Fatty boostin', man I’m pilin' up the molly damn My brother Blackie pulled a Mexi and she probly down To let us get it, call me if she with it B A D, I’m bout that business, they only fit it I born fully, never fail, I’m about the nail Out the gate fresh as hell like I'm outchea [Hook] Ayo Prob, ayo Prob Check this shit out my nigga, I got sum for you [Problem] I’m going big on these busters, I do my thing fully Runnin up on these hoes, go tag my name cutie I’m getting money persona, yea I'm bent like a comma And I stay with that Bud like my name Rudy Straight serve, rollin rollin big Suburban, urban, diamond my lane, nigga swerving 2013, this a turn up, a wrap I still don’t give a fuck like the burglars (brah!) M-M-My candle, be ridin like a 4 door Compton California boy, I came about the photo A nigga play me homo, I used him as a promo Bomb first, bomb worse, now go and let your bro low The problem ain’t havin' it, grind so passionate Hide in the kitchen, special K’s in the cabinet Pull and get to grabbing it, like fuckin' let me at em Cyber thugs tweetin' bout me but they never ever had em [Hook]
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