Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Luck, artist - Retch. Album song Finesse The World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |