There They Go-Mr. Lucci
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TXT There They Go-Mr. Lucci 文本歌词
Say hold that down lil' daddy wussup
Ahh its nothing
Man I thought I just seen the rollahs
Gon head and keep on choking
Do you see them scopin where
Over there wit the long
Four g's I bet I go get her
Or my name ain't the wig splitta should I naw
I'm just flossin up on the scene
Let me gon and drop mo screens
Ni**a lets gon and splurge mo green
Hop in the bourbon poppin the
Rockin the curb in my excursion on these fools
Chop chop the block then cock the glock
Spread the word here comes my crew
Lucci tre eighty set straight ain't no hate in the lone star state
While we bake the cake then brake the plate
Them the south side playas that a ya date
Cause we Ballin what I'm known fo knockin down yo stone do'
Wit four twelve's and my chrome tote
F**k up in the reefer smoke
When I turned the corner wit my head blown
Talking bout my business deals and my sprint phone wit icons
If you thank you sho they hold on cause Mr. Lucci puttin in work
Candy apple below the seal wit a wood wheel sittin on some skirts
When we come around the block wit the glock cocked
And I scream pop
There they go motherf**ker there they go
When we coming down the lane grippin grain let 'em hang
What they saying
Where they go motherf**ker where they go
When we come around the block wit the glock cocked
And I scream pop
There they go motherf**ker there they go
When we coming down the lane grippin grain
Let 'em hang what they saying
Where they go motherf**ker where they go
Bendin corners on twanky twak
Wit double coated candy pain't
Ducked down in my bucket seats
Wit a box of sweets wit a cup of drank
Puff the dank all through the streets
Drop the top cock the heat pop the trunk
Pop the screens pop the do's point the beam
Stay in front sippin lean
Wit the bubblelize wit the candy queen
Wind choke to that sticky green
Wit the triple beam sippin dom P
Its Pookie and Lucci all up in yo booty
Hoes be like ohh wee
Man yall can't see me
Ice cold and extra thoed
Poppin pills blowin doja
Sandd wit optimos
Yo ears bleed yo eye explode
Third degree wit the highest volt
To the snipe ni**a wit a double scope
Tha wrong words might cost yo throat
My nutz hang just like a rope
Big wheels and a hundred spokes
Big ball points still cash flow
Slang north star like lasso
Small joints we pass doe
Gettin how we live tho
The wind blow wit my cash flow
When we coming around the block
Im a drop the top and let my grill show
When we come around the block wit the glock cocked
And I scream pop
There they go motherf**ker there they go
When we coming down the lane grippin grain let 'em hang
What they saying
Where they go motherf**ker where they go
When we come around the block wit the glock cocked
And I scream pop
There they go motherf**ker there they go
When we coming down the lane grippin grain
Let 'em hang what they saying
Where they go motherf**ker where they go
My glock a frind when I roll in
When a cup of henn and my blue benz
Gutted out on two ten's
Wit brake lite in the rear fen
Two friends wit gold grinz
Holdin while I'm rollin
Twink twink on my pink pink
Puff puff on the good green
Now how the hell you feel when we ridein shinein in the place
Diamondz all up in yo face
Betta cuff yo hoe up out the way
Stand up straight and make way
For these for these mothaf**kin trill niggaz
Always quick to steal niggaz
Hell yeah its the wig splitta
Now a whoz these niggaz wit the coolest figgaz
And a move these niggaz
And a groove these brizzas
It's a L-U-C-C in a crunk spot where the freaks be
Wit a crisp crease
Scopein out yo g-string
Wat a sweet treat
From the Nawff D
We be wat you might call off the chain hoe
In a durango wit a strange glow
In a stash spot where my thangs go when my banks low
And mob wit a tre eight-zero
Everybody up on the block be like
There they go
When we come around the block wit the glock cocked
And I scream pop
There they go motherf**ker there they go
When we coming down the lane grippin grain
Let 'em hang what they saying
Where they go motherf**ker where they go
When we come around the block wit the glock cocked
And I scream pop
There they go motherf**ker there they go
When we coming down the lane grippin grain
Let 'em hang what they saying
Where they go motherf**ker where they go
There They Go-Mr. Lucci 推荐歌曲
Texas Freestyle Massacre专辑下载
（2001-08-07）