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letra de untitled #1 - lucii

(this is [?] baby, hah)
(scratch mixed it)
(target acquired)

(lr baby)

[verse 1: lr]

i pray i don’t burn in h-ll
but on earth they’re burning already, they’re p-ssed, (they’re burnin’)
why cah’ they lost their members
he tested our tempers, now he’s in a rizz
i might have to burn this fit
i’ve learned my lesson, don’t really wear drip
trust me you don’t wanna end up on a hitlist
if only you knew how much names got ticked
d-don’t test me, know i play st
bruddas try test me, then i got right back
they said they shot mе, tapped it, scratched me
can’t say thеy cheffed me, cos’ it weren’t like that, (‘lowe it)
attempted murder [?], so i can’t mind that
baddie says she got a man now, mind that
everything’s fine if you slime that, (woo)
lean wid’ it, i won’t lean wid it, (woo)
im standin’ up firm when i’m squeezin’ it, (brrr)
beam wid’ it, baby you know that we beam wid’ it
who turned summer, cah’ we did it, (we did it)
any beef on the plate we season it
25 8 i got it i sleep wid’ it, (i got it)
plain jane on my wrist she feelin’ it
shake it, mj i’m beatin’ it, (woo)
look, baby my times not unlimited
but i can’t lie its contradictin’
still riskin’ like my life ain’t limited
we turn so-called savages victim
he called my name on a song, now i’m billin’ him
to all of the paigons listenin’
till you get back, we ain’t gonna stop dissin’ him (ha ha)
[verse 2: ya goddy]

look, tryna make man’s [?] rip
saw pc and my heartbeat skipped, (f-ck)
small gun with the largest clip
i’m tryna have fun with the nasty [?], (grrr bow)
press on the gas, 110 on the dash
that’s me in the fastest whip, (neow)
step on a tw-t who’s reppin’ a batch
fling it and clart this pr-ck, (who’s dat?)
stepped in with a watch on wrist
try touch that sh-t and you’re gonna die
hi, red in my eyes, i’m high
if you hit this smoke you ain’t gonna get fried, (bop, bow)
new year, new me
new year, new t–th
go fill up the ting with bine, (rrrrr)
bag up the l with nought point 8’s and put that sh-t on my line, (dead)
all the mandem know what i’m on
don’t talk in songs unless i did dat, (hmm)
demon sh-t in the flesh, i’m cool on the net
i ain’t tryna give chat, (facts)
if it ain’t got minimum 8 inside
then i ain’t really tryna grip dat, (facts)
true say i got too much sh-t on my mind
bill up a zoot, kick back, (uh huh)
if not in the booth then i’m on the grind
plug dropped me a big pack, (facts)
can’t run from this, g, you ain’t got time
cah’ the corn fly through 6-packs, (bow bow)
got mask on face and latex on
woulda though ya’s hitman
free, free up my g from hmp
soon home and we got big plans
[verse 3: tzgwala]

pull up on a- pull up on a dumb y
wipe off that smirk, (wagwan)
i ain’t talkin’ jerk
when i chef that down
really wid’ a big g-lock, my pistol
catford mains imma’ let that growl, (woof)
really tryna slide, but the 6 is vacant
no vacation, they ain’t about
t-talking sticks, but their arms is ancient
and they’re gonna slap that off, just how? (like how)
if i d- if i did it before, same day, then i’ll do it again, (swear i’ll do it)
i don’t wanna hear them fiction stories
sh-t got me itchin’ my head like when?
you don’t wanna beef these clips, it’s naughty
i don’t even know how they fit this skeng, (i don’t know)
free [?], [?] and [?]
cuttin’ when we done cuttin’ their friends, (neow, neow)
pull up on a pagan, watch us step, (watch)
buck up, they don’t know the arrangement
we hate them so it’s back and chef, (splash, splash, splash, splash)
tryna make man’s eyes go asian
sleepin’ pained, n-gga that’s your death
i don’t wanna hear no ‘he say, she say’
when we say that the batch are messed, (messy)
big man ting, they ain’t got no heart
he can see it in black and white like chess, (p-ssy)
if you lack broadday in the towers
or late night then protect your chest, (tek dat)
if you slip just over the bridge
then same sh-t goes or you might be next, (i swear)
on my life it’s sydenham k and catford k
and i’m anti-rest
swear i had enough of these patties-dem
[verse 4: lucii]

(demon thoughts and demon swords, i pray violence in my demon talk)
angels cry at night when lucii prays or swings his sword
i make opps run, i do it for fun
i want my paigons chalked
they feel my force, (-lightsaber sfx-)
i walk with magic, step with no remorse
i got no regret, (splash splash)
i tried ching his mum in her head
i caught his brother, of course he bled, (splash)
i backed my knife and turned to a chef, (splash)
don’t say that you’re looking for me if you ain’t even tried to come into my ends, (come try)
i make ends meet, don’t worry
i’ll roll to your ends and let this beat, (breathe)
i’ve been through more cars than your whole gang
lil’ man, don’t rap about p’s
i just spent your whole stack on a brand new wap
and i’m itchin’ to let that breathe, (breathe)
no way are you badder than me
i put breads on heads and baddies on knees
f-ck sydenham hill and forest hill
f-ck them boy in heath

- lucii

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