7.62 (Explicit)-YFN Lucci

歌手 : YFN Lucci

专辑 : HIStory (Explicit)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:52

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TXT 7.62 (Explicit)-YFN Lucci 文本歌词

7.62 (Explicit) - YFN Lucci

Lyrics by：Rayshawn Bennett

I say oh oh yeah look

In the back of the Benz I just got it painted

The grill gold-plated huh my crib still gated

But we ain't used to have not

A dollar we would go and take it

Robberies and Grand Theft Autos I can't fake it

They told me don't be trippin' about it I can't save it

A whole lotta money bring problems

But if a n***a play we gon' get him murdered tomorrow

Wanna see me demonstrate

87 T-Top Cutly put it on the interstate

Solitaire Dior bucket they can't even see my face

These hoes they want me to chase

I don't keep my sneakers laced

I don't ride straight

A my key can't go to no valet

Flew my cars out to LA

I sold so many balls in this

B***h we gon' need to vacate

We been off for some decades

Look smoking grade A but at school I got low grades

Get that boy a box of perfume he got h*e way

Look throw that boy a 762 we don't throw shade

I hope everyone don't hit you not partly

Look I'ma die in these Cuban links I feel like Rod Wave

Walk through 'em want me to call through that's a role

Look what you gonna do when the money through shorty

Don't keep tellin' me what you gon' do for me

Okay yeah I only talk about s**t that

I go through I ain't phony huh

You gon' do huh what to who I ain't homie huh

Last man he got trash can by the homie

I ain't no cappin' I spent you advance on lil' homie uh

We gon' get an address we don't land 'til the morning huh

Matter fact go and hit 'em

Up while I'm performin' huh

I just got another grill call me George Foreman

I just got another mil' and I ain't even hungry uh

All you n***as do it b***h

You worser than a woman yeah

Anybody get it n***a show me my opponent huh

I be in the newest s**t I introduce you to this

I put you on my shooter

List f**k it let me do the b***h

I been goin' through some s**t

Flip out get the jewler hit

On the one like Chris child

We don't sip on no Christ style

I remember ridin' 'round in that bucket huh

When we was in that Nissan

They didn't give me nothin' huh

When I was f**ked up my own b***h wouldn't even love me

When I ain't have my swagger

Right no h*e wouldn't even f**k me

I be on some feed the

Fam s**t I know my momma proud of me

I know that cut real good

I just can't put down the s**t

I do it real big but they don't acknowledge it

Look at where I live huh

You know I cash that on it a condo and a crib

I pay more than 15 for it

Every day I spend some s**t everything I'm in be lit

Every time I think about it I be tryna spend some s**t

Uh long live all of my n***as where we done came from

Hater I gotta talk to you in the graveyard