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cel nolackin, jace! & llc4 records - ooters lyrics

[intro: cel nolackin]
huh, uh+uh+uh+uh
uh+uh+uh+uh
big boy diamonds in the q, i had to bust them up
[?] and pulled up a [?]
where the b+tches that know how to turn it up?
where the b+tches that know how to turn it up?
uh+uh, listen, uh

[verse 1: cel nolackin]
heard them n+ggas poppin’ sh+t, but they ain’t turnt as us
i brought a b+tch, she from the islands, had to turn her up
big boy diamonds on, i had to bust them up
turnt up once, did it again, had to shut ’em up
grab a ten, double back’ and then i doubled up
pat him down, he walk inside the spot ’cause he ain’t one of us (yeah, he lackin’)
throw him a pack, he said he died, but then he f+cked it up
last time he did, this ain’t the next timе, it was going up (okay)
pop out and slide on him (slide on him, they with us)
it’s too deep, donе with partners, go [?] on him (on the block)
don’t got tint, so i whipped out a nine on him (whipin’ out)
i got big, but i still post on my corner
bet he won’t slide on him
i might throw back a percocet (like the percocet)
he so free, now he said it ain’t working yet (it ain’t working)
you from where? on the guys, i ain’t heard of that
lil’ bro text him a hat, ’cause he earned him that
that twin murder that
[chorus: cel nolackin]
posted with movers
i’m the type go and post up with shooters
i got one type of glocks and they do ya
not the type to go type on computers
n+gga, a ooter

[verse 2: cel nolackin]
i’m the type to go and crash in a widebody (in a widebody)
you in the crib, i was outside gettin’ wild ’bout it
we put the belt on all them boys and hear them say i’m better (and they say)
lil’ bro dropped his nuts and slid and hear them crying ’bout him
man, you know i’m slidin’ ’bout ’em

[chorus: cel nolackin]
posted with movers
i’m the type go and post up with shooters
i got one type of glocks and they do ya
not the type to go type on computers
n+gga, a ooter
posted with movers
i’m the type go and post up with shooters
i got one type of glocks and they do ya
not the type to go type on computers
n+gga, a ooter
[verse 3: jace!]
know a hating ah n+gga ain’t as turnt as us (us)
i know a bad b+tch strain with a bubble b+tt (b+tt)
if you talkin’ ’bout that money, it mean none to us (money)
but i was down on my d+ck, and it troubled us (us)
b+tches in a maybach got to looking like a tour bus (bus)
sent like three hundred shots, but it’s four of us (us)
f+ck backup, you wouldn’t want more us (us)
ak, baby ‘k, and lil’ dee keep the shortest one
ridin’ in scatpack, b+tch, yeah, i’m in, uh
posted on the lake, i’ma try to make it to gina
you don’t wanna wake ’em and pop out and get him
came a long way from being broke and being a menace
getting money too fast, kick back, i’m innocent
baby, can you kick back, sit back, and listen?
ridin’ in a new jackfast passy engine
you can play with us, but i guarantee you get injured

- cel nolackin jace llc4 records lyrics

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