Bad Lucc - D Boy feat. Problem

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Fully loaded, drilled my picardo
Raxton, whatever hood I happen to be when they let the lucky
Haters poppin over ground but never touch me
Plus my right hand kinda dusty
I'm a diamond lane idea, bird call me a leader
Bitches call me a bleeder, I knock the mean I drop the heater
Look here scratch, I'm juggling guap, piping the box
That is straight out of wax, my pocket so stupid
Then may knock in these tumors, I lead that to consumers
Let them party where they found it, but they never come around it
It's the last of the beast, the rumors never cease
They knew who fatty was fucking, I be in the shay room every week
I'm talking Tuesday with chocolate baby and Thursday with bay
But since I don't do no talking that's where a wordplay will stay
And see I'm chilling, you heard, please don't provoke me I'm gone
That faregamo cologne got her all on my bone
I'm at your rocking and rolling, check out my people they fly
Go check out fatty, check out bleezy anty mack you know why
I'm talking down to the wiggles, y'all parallel dare
I'm tryina sound like a fare, I've been there
No care, let me soul fill in the kid
Like you know my pigs, poking me all on Facebook
Staring at my dick, and rappers they wanna do something
But really what the biz?
I can poop in my own hand and I wouldn't give a shit, nigga
Real with the psycho-dramatic, big body tatted
All its wrist for the cabbage, I go flexing autmatics
I go at it with your baby, we are ewing and like I'm you
And please don't interrupt me, I give her that big to two
Oh you mad now, like the steaks ain't to the mad cow
Knocking niggas out I think I jab now
Niggas scared 'cause I'm in and after lap now
I'm bad luck and I swear I'm headed to class now
Got me on my one, looky looky I'm blessed fresher than most
Toast with the roast, goes with these hoes fucking my pose
Switching my flows, respect the vets
Checking my dough so don't
Man I'm all on the stage checking my nose
He go, never with the letting off easy
Sucker tried to mislead me, the streets lead me, killer
Grade A gorilla, damilenian imperial with no feeling

No feeling my nigga, ballack the illest
We blowing I'm high man no feeling
Chachi margello stepping the weaponry close to them
They taking no shows, heating up you see LA brewing
Grab a cup and cream
Fuck problem, it's bout the fucking team
You fucking fuck about the farly see what the fuck I mean
Hustling fiend, do it dirty, pass 30
I'm cursing, dj wanna play this loud and make a fucking clean
Virgin, Persian, rugs I lay on
Dabbing wax with different colors, crayon
Oh my god, you cross me, you cross me?
Ironically, I'm bout to get my mother loving pray on
Bobby booth shay on, where the niggas at
So I'm rich and I did it for my side
Man I did it for the lives, yeah I do it for the love
Yeah I do it for my niggas, yeah I do it for my plug
I'ma do this shit with love till I'm 6 feet deep, it's about survival
Come roll we gonn' brush that wave, like Chicago
Ask lucky, fuck whoever don't like lucky
Bad, it's on dlg
LA Leakers!

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