RetcH - Bad Luck - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

30.06.2015

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[Production by Thelonious Martin] Take your fucking shoes off if they got mud on 'em nigga (yo fresh make sure you get that shit about the shoes my nigga) [Verse 1] Yo, It's like the world kept spinning and bitch niggas died The Moon was full, the mood was kinda odd I put the car in drive, turn up the light, then I spark the lye Sport the garments that was hard to find 'Lo sport when I'm stepping out the soirée In and out, no time to parley, right out the doorway Seeing no need to be seen, collect and disappear Bread, slide out the back like I was never there [?] no daps for my departure Another drug dealer turned author Still sell work out the barber I figure stop, why bother? Better toss [?] grams to my little mans And my Patterson niggas all for the brick of tan Niggas still hustle for so and so I had some coke, you had to cut or you would overdose I think I might of killed a fiend when I was sixteen But thats another story, [?] brother roll a 40 I be higher than giraffe pussy Had to let off broad day at the last pussy [Hook] Nigga this that murder that you ride to Pockets full of cracks with your burner right beside you If a nigga act up, oh well, bad luck Hit him in the head, leave that pussy nigga dead Or they'll do that shit to you, you gotta learn lil nigga Cause the bullets really hurt and they burn lil nigga So keep that shit in mind before they leave it on the floor I had your moms at the church crying, screaming at the lord [Verse 2] Niggas still talking fights like it's tenth grade You can catch this hot lead before you catch fades But don't get it fucked up, I knocked some niggas out Run and front a nigga moms in front a nigga house Nigga I been with the shits since like potty training I sold crack before weed and that's a honest statement I was smoking sour in the county jail Microwave burnt some bread just to hide the smell Illest young nigga under twenty-three By twelfth grade, nigga moved about twenty P's Couples times I fucked my money up and got it back Sometimes I thank the lord for dope and that's a honest fact This for my nigga bracking cars, balling, popping tags For all my niggas that burn their fingers on them plastic bags Fuck all of you other niggas Might get to jumping off the stage and get to jumping niggas [Hook] ?
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