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luccas - potholderz [b mix] lyrics

[verse]
these metal fingers holding hot sh+t
baby, were you thinking that i’d pass the baton?
you could call me d+ck grayson, but the stick ain’t long
i stocked the clip, get yo bandages on
hm, i ain’t even think the damage was wrong
n+gga talking out his neck
now the bandages gone
had his b+tch talking s+x
now her ass in a thong
now the khan looking at her like, fawn
he a dom, ask to hit, she like “fine”
turned to brah, and the n+gga said “fine”
the sh+t’s a little unorthodox
so i probably ain’t tapping that box
either way, i’m straight
i didn’t need the p+ssy anyways
i’m good, n+gga
i’m hood, n+gga
i feel it in my soul
i popped amoxicillin
i could feel it in my bones
least i save a few yеars before my skin turn cold
i could kick it with the homiеs and we all grow old
stick to rolling on the porch
instead of jumping off the porch
n+ggas counting on the crash
what am i at emory for?
you think i’d throw this all away for a go at your throat?
i know hood n+ggas back home
that’s what the contacts for
i got like thirty lines and numbers saved up all in my phone
i’ma stack cheese
then split that sh+t up, ratatouille
pass it all to my b’s
untraceable to me and you still off of the street
it’s a go against me, i promise you won’t leave
i be talking mad sh+t, i ain’t got no enemies
i was all up in these streets, i ain’t got no enemies
’cause my archenemy died when i was eighteen
hot sh+t

- luccas lyrics

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