Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bad Luck , by - Retch. Song from the album Finesse The World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 29.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fastmoney
Song language: English
Bad Luck |
| 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 |
| --- -- no need to be seen |
| Collect and disappear (gone) |
| Bread --- of 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 ---- ---- ---- ------ |
| I be higher than giraffe pussy (light up) |
| Had to let off broad day at the last pussy |
| (bitch niggas) |
| 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 |
| Niggas still talking fights like its 10th grade |
| You can catch this hot lead before you catch a 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 shits 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 12thgrade nigga moved about 20 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) |
| 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 |