Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song St. Lucia, artist - Big Gigantic. Album song Free Your Mind, in the genre Date of issue: 10.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Big Gigantic x Counter
Song language: English
St. Lucia |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, ah, juking, blues like St. Lucia |
| Crews they ain’t used to, got moves like King Kunta |
| Go dumb man, I need tutor |
| Click up and we drink coola |
| I came for the king ruler |
| Your strings man they need tune up |
| My boo she can read future |
| Pattin' my pockets before the TSA |
| Weighing my options, I think I need to stay (I need to stay) |
| Just a little longer baby, I need them thangs |
| All up on my line like CIA |
| Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall |
| Freedom rings, miss your call (Brrt, brrt) |
| Thuggin' on top of the underworld |
| Is you gon' run when that thunder roars? |
| Got me one, I think I need a hundred more |
| Took a jab at my insides |
| I’m floodin' my gills |
| Stackin' up with that simp life |
| And it’s fuck how you feel |
| Pulling up with no invite (Yeah) |
| We up in the Hills |
| Man this shit isn’t real life |
| Nah this shit isn’t real |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Let’s get this money mane |
| I need my ones in change |
| I hit the blunt like it’s Cool Runnings and cough up a flame |
| Got some designer things |
| But it ain’t all they say |
| I’d rather be down in the tropics on a sunny day |
| Look in my eyes, no cataract vision |
| I took me a sip and I conjured this feeling |
| I’m gonna stack up on my opps |
| Look how I’m tricking, millennial pimpin' |
| Like baby I’m bad, it’s a sign of the times |
| Look at the ceiling, I don’t see a limit |
| A trip to the island to settle my mind |
| Oh what a feeling, I’m makin' a killing |
| I hop on a jet, I sit back and recline |
| Wave your hands from the side to the side, yeah |
| Hate or love muhfucka you decide, yeah |
| Oh my, me and Dom goin' wild |
| No L’s, keep them 1's to the Ja |
| Took a jab at my insides (Uh-uh) |
| I’m floodin' my gills |
| Stackin' up with that simp life |
| And it’s fuck how you feel |
| Pulling up with no invite |
| We up in the Hills |
| Man this shit isn’t real life |
| Nah this shit isn’t real |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah |