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lirik lagu lucki - bad influence freestyle

[part i: 21 gun salute]

[intro]
ayy, no bap, no bap, no, ayy

verse]
i just stopped for a pic with a fan with f&n, it was still in my hand
told me all love, but it’s a sayin’
these n~ggas ain’t playin’ and for sure it ain’t fair
no question, it’ll happen, it’s the when or the where
i poke my chest out
thinkin’ what i say before it let out
b~tch played stupid, stuck there now
wouldn’t wanna be him when they seen him, they gon’ bail out
very, very scary like fredo
sh~t a happen same time the mail out
claps and applause like a sell out

my b~tch goin’ on with sh~t that she know i don’t care ’bout
probably tryna see what i care about
i was just a boy in the bity, i’m the mayor now
i don’t gotta hear ’til they say it to my face
so i guess i don’t hear now

marathon never was a race

keep ya eyes open, never be late
pray to god while you high, but don’t forget to give thanks
rub the wrong n~ggas wrong, you could end up bein’ late

tune go tune pace, hunnid in the school lane
i’m boolin’ in the trench like i’m sellin’ blu~rays

i spend cash money, so it’s never rainy days

[outro]
n~gga know what’s goin’ on, ayy
“21 gun salute”
youngin’
“21 gun salute”
salute, salute, salute

[part ii: represent]

[intro]
west side dope ain’t sh~t, man
i know ’cause i’m from the east side
the best dope is the east side dope, you know what i’m sayin’?
ayy
yup, yup, yup, yup
i’m drinkin’ that boy, i feel like bg them (haha)
ayy, tell that n~gga cho bring me a blunt in here, don’t stop the song though
ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy

[verse]
ayy, i’m my side crazy, these b~tches yellin’, “pay me”
you n~ggas pushin’ daisies, my b~tch want me home

you make a lot of noise, it be a n~gga, fix your tone
5.7 baby, it look like james bond’s
represent the navy, we don’t condone snakes, we just say it
a n~gga get bit, you on your own
tryna hide the cup ’cause i’m grown, but i think it set a tone
i could care about a lot, but i don’t

tell a hater touch grass, tell a b~tch get what she want
russian guns for my brother, french tips on a ho
get a rollie for my mother, that ain’t even what she want

i been back poppin’ xans, you better leave me alone

i be everywhere you won’t, og said i’m actin’ slow
i responded, “i ain’t actin’, i’m just givin’ what they want”
i been drinkin’ that dope, i could never get a cold, like
ayy, i been drinkin’ that boy, i could never get a cold, like
[outro]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
neptune got ya’ b~tch, neptune, clique up
ayy, left town, got them stretchers hunnid thousand quicker
money go up the river
and i’m a [?] like a [?] boy
mlb, capo
neptune reloader
mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm
mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm

[part iii: oath]

[intro]
yup, yup, yup, yup, yup
ayy, yeah, what? ayy

[verse]
i can’t get enough of drinkin’ in a drought sh~t
sl~t her on a couch sh~t and that go for the boss b~tches
my lil ski ‘nem on that dumb sh~t, sometimes i fund sh~t
f~ck the 12s and the judges like ms love ‘nem
lil’ bro throw fours like they dugg ‘nem, i’m still a thug with them
they ain’t got my number, but it’s love for them, i gave enough to them
new whip like gta, that lamb’ truck kitted, it look like dub edition
that boy can’t eat, he ain’t got no hustle in ’em, can’t even drug it with ’em
i can’t even eat ’cause ain’t no drank, know you don’t relate, you punk sippin’
post two~hunnid straight out the bank, but never show the gun with it
she play her part, and i got love for her, don’t let me use you (don’t let me use you)
i live fast, i know that god really put me here to do music
i tricked a eve ’cause i’m a snake, i bit forbidden fruit too
how ya brodie k!lled your brodie, and you introduce ’em?
imagine you was high as me, this dumb ho tryna seduce you
bae, i cannot lose you, i was cryin’ for help on youtube
i’m ridin’ in this clean~ass car like striker, that’s that sh~t, amuse you
that’s the sh~t you used to, i’m like, ayy

power to the head with love, no one to give it to
(i’d probably k!ll ’em too)
[outro]
ayy, yeah, yeah
yup, just like that
what?
you might as well just mark me on the back outside when i was home goin’ on
i’m biased, i was taped outside that time
mafioso
stop askin’

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