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Retchy P
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Bad Luck
[Retch] Take your fucking shoes off if they got mud on 'em nigga (yo fresh make sure you get that shit about the shoes my nigga)
[Verse 1:Retch] Yo..its like the world kept spinning the bitch niggas died (it was sick) Moon was full the mood was kinda odd I put the car in drive Turn up the light Then i spark the lye (spark dat) Sport the garments that was hard to find (Can't find it nowhere nigga) (ungh) Lo sport when im steppin' out the soirée In and out no time to parley (Outta here) Right out the doorway, seeing no need to be seen Collect and disappear (gone) Bread slide off the back like i was never there (gone) - --- --- by my departure Another drug dealer turned author Still sell work out the barber I --- stop why bother? Better toss --- grams to my little mans (get it poppin) And my Patterson niggas all for --- --- - -- (hah) Niggas still hustle for so and so I had some coke, you had to cut or you would overdose I think i might of killed a fiend when i was sixteen But thats another story ---- roll another ----- I be higher than giraffe pussy (light up) Had to let off broad day at the last pussy (bitch niggas)
[Hook] Nigga this that murder shit you ride to Pockets full of cracks with your burner right beside you If a nigga act up oh well Bad luck Hit him in the head Leave that pussy nigga dead You let em do that shit to you you gotta learn little nigga Cause bullets really hurt and they burn little nigga So keep that shit in mind before they leave it on the floor and have your moms at the church crying screaming at the lord
[Verse 2: Retch] Niggas still talking fights like its tenth grade You can catch this hot lead before you catch fades But dont get it fucked up i knocked some niggas out Rup on a front a niggas moms in front a niggas house Nigga i been with the shit's since like potty training I sold cracks before weed and thats a honest statement (real talk) I was smoking sour in the county jail Microwave --- bread just to hide the smell Illest young nigga under twenty three By twelfth grade nigga moved about twenty P's Couples times i fucked my money up and got it back Sometimes i thank the lord for dope and thats a honest fact This for my nigga bracking cars balling popping tags For all my niggas that burn their fingers on them plastic bags (hah) Fuck all of you ugly niggas Might get to jumping off the stage and get to jumping niggas (pussys)
[Hook] Nigga this that murder shit you ride to Pockets full of cracks with your burner right beside you If a nigga act up Oh well bad luck Hit him in the head Leave that pussy nigga dead You let em do that shit to you you gotta learn little nigga Cause bullets really hurt and they burn little nigga So keep that shit in mind before they leave it on the floor and have your moms at the church crying screaming at the lord
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