azlyrics.biz
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

bt lucci - 201 west intro lyrics

Loading...

[verse 1]
sound unity entertainment
i’m like a vampire, once bitten i ain’t came back
i’m 34 still mobbing in them cook the sacks
still scared of what’s new but that’s not new though
stand up to everything that’s my motto
lost my mojo n-gga but i got it back
saw ‘em tripping off them mushrooms in the cadillac
this ain’t rap boy, this is real life
hard hitting og taught me everything twice
but i still ain’t listen, i’m pro pimping still from west [?] i’m still tripping
ecstasy and cocaine can flipping
n-ggas always looking at me like is he ripping
n-gga i’m gettin’ money boy good riddance
stop asking asking so many questions before i’m flippin
i’m not tripping i can start if you acting tough
a 210 ain’t worth no f-cking powder puff

[hook]
rolling down in 210 west blowing kushy
everybody love me like some f-cking p-ssy
but most of the time i hate myself because that ain’t right
gimme a all black room and some dynamite
i blow myself up boy like some al qaeda
i stay try doing right but i’m a f-cking rider
you couldn’t stop me n-gga with a brick wall
i stay real with or without the alcohol

[verse 2]
my life story is better than a movie
hit the streets finish school, hoes wanna do me
n-ggas wanna shoot me on some hating sh-t
f-ck everybody mr bossalinie mr all black beenie
in his all black car wheels with all white b-tch
his a blowback trick take two l!cks
i’m the sh-t and i know it
everything i gothave work for it and you ain’t even know it
no walk on me no i don’t owe it
ihis is so cal i don’t by weed i grow it
don’t talk about sh-t runner i just show it
if you walk up on this car the four pound explode it uh
i come from a line of real n-ggas
my father was a pimp my bro a og gang member
what path should i take i wake and bake to ease the pain
is like ravelli and luciano was the name

[hook]
rolling down in 210 west blowing kushy
everybody love me like some f-cking p-ssy
but most of the time i hate myself because that ain’t right
gimme a all black room and some dynamite
i blow myself up boy like some al qaeda
i stay try doing right but i’m a f-cking rider
you couldn’t stop me n-gga with a brick wall
i stay real with or without the alcohol

[verse 3]
sittin’ low in that 58 batman
n-ggas still looking at me funny cause i drink tall cans
them n-ggas who was banging on 91 raised me
f-ck whatchu think you ain’t got sh-t on lucci
f-ck whatchu think you ain’t got sh-t on lucci

[hook]
rolling down in 210 west blowing kushy
everybody love me like some f-cking p-ssy
but most of the time i hate myself because that ain’t right
gimme a all black room and some dynamite
i blow myself up boy like some al qaeda
i stay try doing right but i’m a f-cking rider
you couldn’t stop me n-gga with a brick wall
i stay real with or without the alcohol

[verse 4]
i’m like rick from the walking dead
it took me a lil time to understand what i’m seeing in front of my face
but now i understand you n-ggas ain’t stopping i’m full flash with it
try stopping me ain’t happenin
i’m better than all you mother f-ckers and you n-ggas know it
f-ck yeah



Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS

Loading...