| Lac, Lac, Lac, Lac, Lac
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| Slammin' the doors in the
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| Pull up with hoes in the
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| Diamond in the back, they chosen, uh, posted up
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| Pourin' up
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| Be it the sticky icky got you rollin' up
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| Hold it up, be a soldier don’t be closin' up
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| Open your mind
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| Open your mind
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| Open your mind
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| Open your mind
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| This could be the day
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| You don’t know the road, I could show the way
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| Young candy cut throat still slammin' doors
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| Pull up with your ho on the low low
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| In my ride, super clean if you didn’t know
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| Niggas hate but it’s cool cause they too slow
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| Move, smooth, gotta get to it
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| Ain’t nobody gonna stop me, nah
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| I got a big backseat for a super freak
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| Tell them mothafuckas it’s goin' down
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| Back road, a shortcut the lane
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| Fuck the law, they can’t stop the bang
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| Cut the double cup of purple rain
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| Tell them fuck critics I’ll never change
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| Young K.R., I.T. |
| my niggas say
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| Gotta keep a dash closed with the .44
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| Cause them jackas rob 'round here every day
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| So I chill, for the bills, diamonds against the wheel
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| Pressin' the buttons while clucky bust-its peep how I live
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| Goin' in for the kill
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| Champagne poppin' daily
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| No petty numbers, shipes
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| Fuck 'em, just tell 'em «pay me» fosho
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| Hoes love it, niggas know it, 'bout time
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| Ride clean, like a billion suns, they can’t stop my shine
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| Tell 'em one more 'gain for that 2000 beyond
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| That king shit, I be on, tell a bitch nigga to be gone
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| Cause my
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| Lac, Lac, Lac, Lac, Lac
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| Slammin' the doors in the
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| Pull up with hoes in the
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| Diamond in the back, they chosen, uh, posted up
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| Pourin' up
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| Be it the sticky icky got you rollin' up
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| Hold it up, be a soldier don’t be closin' up
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| Open your mind, (open your mind, open your, open your mind)
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| Open your mind, (open your mind, open your, open your mind)
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| Open your mind, (open your mind, open your, open your mind) Open your mind
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| This could be the day
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| You don’t know the road, I could show the way
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| I’m walkin' up into the party, and feelin' and killin' the party
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| A couple of women are chillin' and sippin' Bacardi
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| She walk me up into the hallway, I started on kissin' the shawty
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| And feelin' so good, thug bitch from the hood, but really though
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| Might get some ass tonight, hit it like a real man should, I’ma kill it though
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| Make a right, open that 'frigerator, crack that 40 ounce
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| Head into your momma room so I can hear that naughty sound, don’t play around
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| Your parents ain’t around, and plus your room is packed
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| I’ma hit it from the front, I’ma hit it from the back, bust it like a gat,
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| pat pat
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| Kissin' party with a couple bad bitches, gettin' dirty with all of my niggas
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| Feelin' woozy but I’m pourin' more liquor
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| But the cutie booty couldn’t be bigger
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| I’m celebratin' cause we shouldn’t be here
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| Hella faded cause the Hennessy near
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| Dedicated to all of my peers, A$AP, the vision so clear
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| I can see you haters from here, I can spot you out of my chair
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| My throne, you won’t come near, the microphone is on fire
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| The booth is Roman, I’m sire, I’m king of this shit, I’m no liar
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| I’m droppin' careys, Mariah, got the grip on the game like I’m pliers
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| Lac, Lac, Lac, Lac, Lac
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| Slammin' the doors in the
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| Pull up with hoes in the
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| Diamond in the back, they chosen, uh, posted up
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| Pourin' up
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| Be it the sticky icky got you rollin' up
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| Hold it up, be a soldier don’t be closin' up
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| Open your mind, (open your mind, open your, open your mind)
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| Open your mind, (open your mind, open your, open your mind)
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| Open your mind, (open your mind, open your, open your mind) Open your mind
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| This could be the day
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| You don’t know the road, I could show the way
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| Niggas talk that big shit nowadays
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| But they muscles ain’t strong enough
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| Niggas claim they change the game
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| Catalogs ain’t long enough
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| Slow motion, I’m still posted
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| In the cut, been waitin' my turn
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| Fell off cause you wasn’t yourself
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| Oh well, nigga live and you learn
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| Money don’t concern me, I was too determined
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| Fuck what you heard, I feed my fam
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| I put on for mine, I let my brother shine
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| And I be comin' down like goddamn
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| We made it, that check on me, my nigga
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| For what it’s worth, I don’t go to work
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| So this verse ain’t free, my nigga
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| This work ain’t free, my nigga
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| Yeah it’s above average cause they’re raisin' taxes
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| Dropped twelve albums, that’s a grand apiece
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| And plus I made the beats, you do the mathematics
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| No watches, no dope money, I’m just Southern
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| One of the coldest niggas that’s in the game
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| And I’ve only been on one major cover, like damn
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| Either they don’t know, they don’t show
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| Or they don’t care what happens in the South
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| Or either I’m too smart, or they too dumb
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| To know what the fuck I’m talkin' 'bout when I say
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| Lac, Lac, Lac, Lac, Lac
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| Slammin' the doors in the
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| Pull up with hoes in the
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| Diamond in the back, they chosen, uh, posted up
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| Pourin' up
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| Be it the sticky icky got you rollin' up
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| Hold it up, be a soldier don’t be closin' up
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| Open your mind, (open your mind, open your, open your mind)
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| Open your mind, (open your mind, open your, open your mind)
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| Open your mind, (open your mind, open your, open your mind) Open your mind
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| This could be the day
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| You don’t know the road, I could show the way |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lac Lac, artist - Big K.R.I.T.. Album song Cadillactica, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп