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denzil porter – lucille lyrics

[intro]
(skukuuu)
yo!
ayo watch it let me drop some bars on this motherf-cker imma let this sh-t rain dog
straight through, i hope he could keep up with this sh-t…

yo matterfact p-ss me the sh-t negan used in the walking dead man
let me do this sh-t quick and easy
f-ck the bars let’s knock em hard

look

[verse]
if imma do it, imma do it how it’s supposed to be done/
approach with a gun, and a couple folks posted in front/
so what if he’s minds gone, his body goes in the trunk/
im a lion and you my son, you was supposed’ to be lunch/
i be looking at top 5’s
that’s where my groceries from/
they thinking they got guys
because there socially plugged/
more curi’ (mercury) bout what they sat on (saturn), the bullsh-t and how they plan it (planet) , they trying to intervene us (enter venus) we to close to the sun/
rolling deep but we be posted as one/
exposing this c-nt, living with your regrets as if you voted for trump/
i ain’t spiting gold bars because it goes with the fronts/
it flows from my lungs, i’m from the bronx, it grows in my blood/
you see
the rap liking of a black viking/
i slap so call t-tans so on point that i attract lightning/
i been fly i know where amelia’s crash site is/
i been sick, they give me dap hope i p-ss virus/

where i’m from some people know “dreams” when they snooze/
don’t believe in themselves but there be leaf (belief) in the spliff/
in the islands, some only know “p-ssion” as a fruit/
only difference with you is it got seeds when it splits/
i put one hand up on my hip
and i’m the reason they dip/
my homies pull up with the stick
like they rafiki and sh-t/
like this one dude, who confused
his feet for his lip/
i took his freedom of speech and had him pleading the 5th/
see
you know what the gang bout/
should tell your guys to stand down/
they guns empty, triggers sound like they lighters ran out/
honestly, copy cats and the wanna be’s where the drama stand/
morherf-ckers out here biding (biting) more than obama’s man/

on my level?! check the game that your on/
i’m more ruthless than boston when babe came to the bronx/
i’m hannibal lecture f-ck your name i put your face in a song/
they claim to fame is my name but they be saying it wrong/
like porters practically practicing/
packing portraits of p-ssionate
people posing as pract-tioners
preaching portions of p-ssages/
porter’s the person to peep and pretend to be/
people depend on me, people put the peep hole through enemy/ yea
approaching porter but porters no opportunity/
points up like porzingis, your now locked in porters parentheses/ uh

bow, bow, bow, thou shalt bow down /
try to get in my way better react like that cow sound/

you won’t be catching me
dressing like -ss-ssins creed/
i be armed but i be packing sleeves/
i’m in the bronx where there’s ar15 & magazines/
this “call of duty”
will make your crew be
a pack of seeds/

f-ck around and you’ll be caspered for real/
motherf-ckers couldn’t check me even after the meal/
try to get away with stepping?
gotta move faster to steal/
running circles round this b-st-rd, i done mastered the wheel/
(fortune)ate to get him p-ssed off/
missed the bus like he kriss kross/
got his shorty in this car/
ain’t know we’d take it this far/
feeling up on the glory
above and beyond i lift off/
telling me toy stories and showing me where her pic’s are (pixar) /
he seen his b-tch, dawg-/
jaw drop like jigsaw/
i put the spray on all of your b-tches until your ticked off/
flea!
you really want it with me?! it’s hard to own up/
i leave your face messi like you playing barcelona/

it’s wreckhouse on the road to rode island to f-ck your home up/
watch it burn with a big bag of iv and an arizona/
dressing like “mama said knock you out” so it’s now a coma/
while your shorty back stage getting down, giving out diplomas/

here, commit your suicide
pop sh-t
hop bridge/
shot wig
pop things…something toxic
cut wrist
knot slip/
fans think you got this
but that’s just gossip/
you just let them suck your d-ck and then you hops on hopsins/
see
i could keep going till your picking up teeth/
it’s safe to believe, that you ain’t got a trick up your sleeve/
that cipher, we shut you up, don’t even slip up and breath/
me and kaj like two wolves up in a kitchen with sheep/

you food n-gg-
you been food from day one

- denzil porter lyrics

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