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letra de fanto - luci4

(luci4)
no dreads , high packs
build money up , stacked up inna door way
kicked the door , we ain’t doing sh-t yo way
finna put the medal to his head like crochet
our squad don’t gotta do sh-t
we just wan blow just wanna be rich
in love with halo (ye dumb sh-t)
b-tches gon change b-tches gon dip
and i’m okay i’m up and just quit
oh churro on the beat , that’s bro
tell my ring all my feet all red dead
4 percs then we do the coke

i-i can remember i jug 2 kay
and thirty-fyve we do not play
there ain’t nun but shout out spayce
just stand up we stuntin for days
and we for real , shyne out the cut
you got something on ya face
you gon pull up and then what
dissinto uh flaming place
ogs drum roll he got him tucked
knock his body out of sp-ce
and i’m sippin’ on some stuff
turn my kidney to disgrace
and i’m rocking out the b-tch
til’ i feel like i am safe
only bands stickin out my d-mn door
n-gga talking sh-t
hit his d-mn throat
n-ggas know i got the f-cking d-mn tote
(d-mn toke)

see me coming out the cut
imma catch for a gram tho

(cartis bunny)
n-ggas know i got the f-cking phantom
we sippin fanta every f-ckin’ day
you know i pull up to ya crib
and you know we slay
every f-cking day , monday thru sunday
yeah we slay

n-ggas know i got the f-cking fanto
we sippin fanta every f-ckin’ day
you know , we pray , to our god every day
she suckin’ on my d-ck
then she out my f-ckin crib
every f-cking day , ye you know , we pray
we preachin to our god
she suck on my d-ck , then out my f-cking crib

- luci4

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