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bad lucc - outchea lyrics

sounds good to me

bad lucc on the corner with the boys doin a bam
we talkin mixin, i done give my brother golf bat
press the line and i’mma whippin like a grand daddy
spillin vodka, got the choppa in the grand natty
tryina settle with them hustlers on that gunplay
outchea nothing, turn your block into a runway
i’m suited up, i speak of molly over 7 grams
they turned a n-gg- to a ghost over 7 bands
my 5-0-1’s hangin, chain swingin
from the prevl-ss to the raymonds – gang bangin
southern cali with the drop, man the greats revealed
we ain’t gonna steal your collar n-gg-, 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

yea i’m outchea (hustling)
i’m outchea (grindin)
i’m outchea (stuffin)
i’m outchea (rollin)
i’m outchea (geekin)
i’m outchea (roosted)
i’m outchea (beastin)
n-gg-, i’m outchea (lean)
n-gg-, i’m outchea (lean)
n-gg-, i’m outchea

aye aye aye aye f-ck all that sh-t n-gg-
you already know what my sh-t do
line that sh-t up my n-gg-, yea that

topic of discussion – where the gang moves
whippin through the city like i came loose
i be outchea with a bat, went in the zip and kill er
i tell that b-tch you seen my b-tch? 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 n-gg- out his shoes for the scheming
then he is cripping in his blood, bring a demon
beamin, leanin, hangin, maintainin
i pull your b-tch up in this lane and she name changing
fatty boostin, man i’m pilin up the molly d-mn
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 h-ll like my broad chills

ayo prob, ayo prob
check this sh-t out my n-gg-, i got sum for you

i’m going big on these bosses, i do my thing fully
runnin up on these hoes, go tack my name judy
i’m getting money persona, me and bad like a camma
and i stay with that bud like my name rudy
straight safe, rollin rollin big
suburban, urban, got me my lane, n-gg- swerving
2013, this a turn up, a wrap
i still don’t give a f-ck like the burglars (brah!)
my candle, be ridin like a 4 door
cop the california boy, i came about the photo
a n-gg- play me h-m-, 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 p-ssionate
hide in the kitchen, special k’s in the cabinet
pull and get to grabbing it, like f-ckin let me at em
cyber thugs tweetin bout me but they never have met em

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