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lunasicc (luni coleone) – thug shit lyrics

[verse 1: luni coleone]
ugh
they call me luni coleone, down to dump on a snitch
f-ck em all, n-gga, this west coast, b-tch
down with i.m.g, n-gga, so i’m gang related
spittin’ hardcore sh-t, fool, i can’t see faded
i’m a sacramento psycho (psycho)
gone of the nitro (off the nitro)
smash on a b-tch, then hit the -ss when the lights go
rollin’ down florin road, perved off yak
i do dirt then, ski-skirt when i bust my caps
i bet a n-gga lay down when his sh-t get hit
got his body smellin’ worse than some week old p-ss
its i, coleone, wrappin’ it up like egg rolls
keep your b-tch jockin’ on some 20’s of dayo
on the go, making my louchi up off the yayo
n-ggas never knew shotgun would spit with skandal
but its real sh-t, we been folks since high school
d-gg-n’ b-tches, ditching cl-ss, and p-ssing the dank fool

[hook x2: luni coleone]
who wanna f-ck with some of this thug sh-t
we got game to make your main b-tch love d-ck
to all my enemies, when k!lling me, n-gga, bump this
i’ll have my n-ggas on your -ss like some draws, trick
thug sh-t

[verse 2: luni coleone]
ugh
we spit that thug sh-t, everything is on a b-tch
hardcore livin’, ghetto fabulous, on some real sh-t
poppin’ my collar, we getting sideways
bangin’ gears, big car pullin’ up on the highway
we k!ll ’em up, mash on n-ggas like take a bone
i hit ’em up with the chopper, once again its on
now thug n-ggas raise them thangs up (thangs up)
and bust a cap up in the air if you dont give a f-ck (give a f-ck)
grab your b-tch by the neck and yell out sl-t (sl-t)
and tell your partna with his b-tch -ss, he better duck
thug living mafioso, doing big things up off the heezi
like your breezi at the mo cheezi with a d-ck up in her kizi, thru
i thought you knew, coleone make the sh-t crack
like beer cans off my boots when i’m tore back
thug livin’, death or prison is our motto
thug sh-t, coleone spitting hard with skandal

[verse 3: skanless]
skandal be the realla, the n-gga the big figga
hustle hard, go get her, tell that b-tch i wanna meet her
player till i die, but k!lla when i ride
strapped, armed, and daily its a struggle to survive
so i keep my mind on my paper and my head on straight
you could ask my folks
who the coleone, fool, it’s been that way
since high school, been the same fool
with the same tool, with the same rule
every b-tch n-gga must lose
cause i’ve paid dues and got my ranks from bringing bad news
to hoe -ss n-ggas that be acting just like you
you brand new, like young n-ggas smoking boo boo
i’m old school, like real n-ggas smoking green jewels
bringing the pain, none of that to no gain
its like the m-th-rf-cking sun without no godd-mn rain
skandal, f-ck the whole world, high as a kite
ask my peep shotgun, i bet we ride tonite
come on

- lunasicc luni coleone lyrics

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