Lucki Eck$ - Interest - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

25.07.2013

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[Verse 1: Lucki Eck$] (Nash effect) Go for them other niggas, sucka niggas I got twenty years in my duffle nigga, hustle nigga Keep that play together, call a huddle nigga, huddle nigga Leave em by the curb like a puddle nigga, trouble niggas Outta law, like I just got killed - boy you outta luck! You wildin' huh, Ain't nothing to fear It's a lot of us, solid huh? Trying to hide that smell, keep that bottled up Hollows make a pothole stop a Tahoe, ain’t no stopping us I done bust a moves by the car load, my next trip a bus I done served Hispanic's named Carlos but he's black as fuck That ain't my place to question long as I get cash and such Fuck I look like asking where you from, pulling the atlas up Got a wild bitch - she keep that pistol by her tan line She ain't scared to use it, she just want that money in time Super interest if you late, outsiders there line If you ain't with them, don't cross 48th - that's your dead line [Hook] I say fuck your fucking interests I keep money on mind and I keep trackers on my bitches, I say I say fuck your fucking interests I keep money on mind and I keep trackers on my bitches, on my On my, I keep trackers on my bitches Money on my mind and I keep trackers on my bitches, on my I say fuck your fucking interests You put money on the line, I play that string like Jimi Hendrix [Verse 2: Lucki Eck$] Now ain't a thing I might be in it, not a swing I might be missing N' I be checking on mates, for your king I hop a million For this thing well I been did it You all show you saw them tickets You a joke, but you don't really get them laughs - you hear them crickets? Shit Don't let that shit play out like a scratched disc Keep the cash, lay it all out like a tracklist They holding out, y'all homies put you on a black list If your niggas stand up, all my niggas back bend These niggas hoppin bars like they missing bus cards Matter fact, don't make me catch a body like trust falls Sleep - all my niggas eating free, we got lunch cards Ruger push you 5 yards back you want a false start Make 52 pick ups like I toss cards My shit top rope, you would think it swanton Make 52 pick ups like I toss cards All my shit top rope, you would think it's swanton [Hook]
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