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letra de lackin - jye (quad cities)

[intro]
uh huh

[chorus]
never lackin’, see you packin’
my momma love me too much for me to get caught up action (i can’t)
calm and p-ssive (yup)
smokin’ while i’m up in traffic
i wonder if my cousin blasted
ain’t seen him in a couple months, i bet he’s ? (?)

[verse 1]
young -ss-ssin, look at how these n—-s actin’
like he just wanna be a king, so he out here ? (faker)
bro just actin’ like a blood, but he out here braggin’ (faker)
? actin’ like a crip, but we know he ? (faker)
don’t give a f-ck ‘bout what you think, n—-, what you stackin’ (?)
i see you got the polo jacket, and the socks to match it
you went and checked the bag, but you ain’t have to snap it
you flexin’ on my line, i guess i gotta sn-tch it
i gotta have it, greedy habits bring the havoc (i took that sh-t)
i wouldn’t have it if you left it in your mattress (took that sh-t)
you brought the stash, you steady flashin’, so i caught you lackin’ (it’s gone)
you brought the stash, you steady flashin’, so i caught you lackin‘ (uh huh)
i can’t let it happen (nope)

[pre-chorus]
these n—-s ain’t got p-ssion, they be out here ?
they might take my life and i won’t let it happen
i won’t let it happen

[chorus]
never lackin’, see you packin’
my momma love me too much for me to get caught up action
calm and p-ssive
smokin’ while i’m up in traffic
i wonder if my cousin blasted
ain’t seen him in a couple months, i bet he’s ?

[verse 2]
made a lot of wishes, but i’m not aladdin (i’m not)
so they never happened (nope), i wonder why
lookin’ high, close my eyes, askin’ god what’s on my mind
everybody gotta die, why my guys be shootin’ guys (why)
why my guys do suicide, i look for the brighter side
go f-ck on the cutie pie, put some d-ck between her thighs (?)
that sh-t just might ease my mind, at least for a little time
homies know i’m doing crime, but they do not drop a dime (shh)
loyalty is hard to find, momma think i’m facin’ time (i am)
papa think i’m out my mind (i am), hope they see me doin’ fine
hope they see me make it out, double up the bank account
other n—-s chasin’ clout, do the sh-t you talk about
or talk the sh-t you do at least (at least), that would be the truest speech (uh huh)
you was never in these streets, you ain’t struggle growin’ up (nope)
parents probably rich as f-ck (yup), freshmen with a bentley truck (yup)
f-ck it white boy, run it up, but i’ma catch you lackin’

[pre-chorus]
these n—-s ain’t got p-ssion, they be out here ?
they might take my life and i won’t let it happen
i won’t let it happen

[chorus]
never lackin’, see you packin’
my momma love me too much for me to get caught up action
calm and p-ssive
smokin’ while i’m up in traffic
i wonder if my cousin blasted (?)
ain’t seen him in a couple months, i bet he’s ? (?) (?)

[outro]
never lackin’, see you packin’
my momma love me too much for me to get caught up action
calm and p-ssive
smokin’ while i’m up in traffic (?)
i wonder if my cousin blasted
ain’t seen him in a couple months, i bet he’s ?

- jye quad cities

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