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letra de lucy - zutril orzzu

[verse 1]
i get outta bed, and set out a plan
go get some bread, or just waste the day
i go to the casino, i glow with all of this pay
but i lost, and i may go out with no chain
so, i go and leave
my sleeve is creased as f-ck
i need some luck, or maybe i needa sleep
and go and fly
floatin’ in sp-ce, all over the place
i open my face to find that i ain’t really dreamin’
so i needa find the right way to be breathin’
or else, my whole life, i’ll be snoozin’ for no reason
i believe that i seem to be the only tired unemployed employee
understand, i only need the gold and the glory for my motivation
i move out with this cadence
i hope that you ain’t prayin’ on my fall, ‘cause i may just lose my call to the collard greens
i try not stoppin’ me, but my mind such a oddity
it’s lazy and off all the green

[chorus]
i’m sittin’, tryna hit this mission
and if you think i’m kiddin’? then there’s nothin’ i’m livin’ fo’
sh-t, this flow is nice
i need my price to be high when i die
so, i strive to get this cash before i lie in a casket
out it, hit a mission
if you think i’m kiddin’? then there’s nothin’ i’m livin’ fo’
sh-t, this flow is nice
i need my price to be high when i die
so, i strive to get this cash before i lie
[verse 2]
i’m honestly on all this, i needa walk home and get off it
but then i see the park, and wanna start a new route
i’m stayin’ out, spray paintin’ and layin’ down in the grass
weed, and the possible money
time to go findin’ it, i’m wantin’ to rob a b-tch
i’m caught with this promise that i’ll get a lotta dollars
so i find a profitable lookin’ guy to do so
i don’t know who those people are in the streets
so i discretely see this pay
found a dude who don’t see the day
not feelin’ holy today
not helpin’ homie with they dog
ask the dude “what it’s name?”
he told me it’s “lucy”
i told ‘em, “she cute, g”
then i whipped out my g-l-o-c-k on this wee-lad
he ask, “what you doin’?”
i say, “pullin’ out my wallet”
he ask, “are you for real, dawg?”
and i’m not bein’ honest, so i told him
“b-tch gimme a 100k dollars right now, or you gon get popped with yo’ mom in the night out!”
and he tried doin’ offers
“aight, go rob me, but bring me back a pretty watch”
h-ll nah!
i said to jit
his curve? i’m ahead of it
this work is death or fit
so i did some talk for the last second chances
and it’s the rising fall, so i pulled the trigger off
it go- -shoot-
[outro: zutril, zutril (as the blind man)]
wait…
i fu- i shot! i shot the dog! (f-ckin’ piece of sh-t!)
i shot the dog! (lil piece of sh-t!)
no, f-ck! (shootin’ dogs and sh-t!)
oh f-ck! (hrr!)
oh!
“and yeah, that’s how i k!lled lucy…”

- zutril orzzu

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