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luci4 - blast gottem lyrics

i dont give a f+ck, about a n+gga
you wanna get up, okay go figure
this street sh+t (so) tough, we pull them triggas
these n+ggas mad as f+ck, cus i rap betta
lil hoe ass boy you dont wanna go [?]
i get money like trump (trump)
dunk onna chump (chump)
i count money yous a b+tch
[do you have bands?] do you run
[also?] laughing at this sh+t, this sh+t fun, this sh+t done, on my gun
oh my god yous a lame yous a fraud
grown man acting like a motherf+ckin thot b+tch
underworld g2k [?]
(underwold records [?])
when i come through, cus we f+cked up off the three c’s
perky’s, hydro’s, you know and i know
you ain’t got no spine no, [?]
you p+ssies vinyl, you n+ggas v+g+n+l
you are not a rival, the percs on my bible
i turn homicidal
ay
we gon trample on that lame, like sum motherf+ckin rhinos
[?], im taking yo title
i am your idle, im relying on my tribe yo
3500
blast gottеm
blast gottem (gottem)
blast gottem
blast gottеm (gottem)
blast gottem
blast gottem

- luci4 lyrics

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