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lucii - creed lyrics

[intro]
what you tellin’ them, v?
yeah, big up lucii, ya know
real ga’s think that day, you get me
f+ck all the mateys, you get me, come on
come on, live corn, gang
come on
(mzy mixed this)
(sk, this one’s cold)
i said “buck into you with my rambz”
but i dashed it away, bucked into a fed
if you see that mask with a long nose in a real life, better do them legs
it’s voodoo living and juju dippings, i just got nfa
big guns, big blades, i ain’t got time for a game

[verse 1: ya, lucii]
i said “buck into you with my rambz”
but i dashed it away, bucked into a fed (phew)
and i’ve lost, i’m tapped in my head
so buck into me right now, or you’re dead
who’s that? let me hop off the ped
tryna chop off a head when my arm gets stretched
show ’em the metal and make it a mess
then pray to the devil, i left no f’s (rah)
666, that’s the three numbers that i f+ck with
pull up in tracksuits, my man dump it
pigs on the whip, ’bout to dash them gloves kway
gon’ jump out, ching man then jump in
swing it at z1, and had him all jumpin’ (swing that)
uh, fifteen nits get shoved
and lookin’ at bro, i can tell that he loved it
bring bro, show man how to pattern
i take my soul then i cut to the jinns
like candles, goats get strangled
’cause f+ck birds, i ain’t chillin’ on wings (f+ck that)
satan, i’m a child of him
i get demon thoughts, man, i can’t even think
and my man got juiced at a party
lean in p+ss, now, he can’t drink (nah)
++++ done dashed for his life
f+ck sake, man, i should’ve put doors more swift
why them man throwin’ up blues?
black over here, some wannabe crips (neeks)
see all of them on the maze
panic, run, droppin’ the chips (rah)
i’m outside 24’s like fritz (luc’, luc’)
how you think that i’m paid all full like mitch? (luc’, luc’)
[verse 2: lucii]
they lie on tracks (they lie)
they lie on snap (they lie)
they lie on the internet, and don’t talk about how they run with shanks (facts)
reeko done one, and he left his gang (why?)
appallin’ me from him (washed)
like why am i beefin’ ++++?
friends are washed, and k!lled off a civ’
anytime i step on your block, i’m comin’ to rip and tear through flesh (splash)
last time that i bucked my rambz, pr+ck got away, i said “never again”
i done spent two days on my room just prayin’ to god like “when will it end?” (end)
then i stepped outside on violence, had an assignment, at it again (again)
like, what do you mean? (what?)
none of them boy they’re bad
jj got chinged in his back, and ++++
i don’t run when i sw+ng my rambz
++++ got poked as well, and since that day, i ain’t seen that f+g’ (got poked by me)
splash, splash, it’s only my works lucii raps (it’s facts)
it’s voodoo living and juju dippings, i just got nfa (nfa)
big guns, big blades, i ain’t got time for a game (splash, splash)
f+ck up a beat, won’t f+ck up a neek
just lift it up high and aim (pow, pow)
do it like v, man, rinse that, spin man
shoot at your bloodclart brain

[verse 3: tzgwala]
man knows this driver part of the gang, it’s an unknown taxi (that’s gang)
and the mandem’s eyes all peeled
bro got the .44 long in the backseat
44 bulldog, man pop that smoke, no spot, no acne (boom)
gonna burn them garms, gonna grab some munch with the mandem, fancy (that’s mad)
spray paint like banksy, grab the xabad, man blow it, bow
gettin’ man mad, it’s goin’ down
gettin’ my mat, just throw it out (throw it out there)
it’s like “what are you on?”
beat that block, no hox (nah)
i don’t make no bets, step ’round here, stop makin’ frets (ay, stop it)
every time that we leave our yard
better know that we’re takin’ risks (that’s risky)
not risk of the opps
risk of the metropolitan cids (oh, sh+t)
‘cah they’re onto the gang
in a blue district, we’re the most wanted (why?)
‘cah they know what we do
even the government knows that we on this (ah, right)
if you see that mask with a long nose in a real life, better do them legs
‘cah my broski shootin’ a movie, but it still slip at a paigon’s head (that’s facts)
man’s been to the strip, got me a mil’ though, didn’t see no one
and it came to be all like sa—
but if that was the case then he would’ve done hold one
[outro]
(sk, this one’s cold)

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