Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dec. 23rd, artist - YFN Lucci. Album song HIStory, Lost Pages, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Think It's A Game, Warner
Song language: English
Dec. 23rd |
Ayy, first off, I don’t respect no rats |
I ain’t never dropped a dime, not even when I got those racks |
Look, I was raisin' hell before the Hellcat |
Yeah, I can put you on, run and tell that |
Look, I’ll pop a nigga like a wheelie, huh |
I crack me a seal, pour out my feelings, uh |
Starin' at the stars in the ceiling, uh |
How I’m starin' at my heart while it’s healin'? |
Look |
It’s hard for me to find some inspiration |
I pray for this generation, I need me a vacation |
I’m tryna clear my thoughts, no one to call on late night |
Wanna know my whereabouts? |
I’m with the stars now, late night |
Lord, pray for me, we just a product of our environment |
We just some young niggas strugglin' who got tired of it |
From where them crackers quick to hang you like an ornament |
I’m just thankful that we made it out |
Chauncey goin' up the only way we ball |
Can’t complain at all, bitch, we made it far, huh |
Just bought my nigga a phone, I hate when he can’t make that call, huh |
Come to you with my hand out? |
See, that ain’t me at all |
I don’t give no damn 'bout what you did |
We came up from hustlin', kickin' doors, I don’t know what you did |
I’m a real hustler, I was rich when I got two kids |
Then I had two more kids, bring that shit to your crib |
Look, racked in '19, 2020 I’m goin' too big |
Thug life like Pac, but I got hoes like I’m Big |
Look, R.I.P. |
B-I-G, my new AP a B-I-G |
Wrecked the Benz tryna check the time, too many VV’s (Look) |
Put some ice on her if she mine, let’s go skiing (Yeah) |
Put a dime on him, he won’t make it 'til this weekend |
Playin' all defense, some shit I can’t prevent |
In a game full of weirdos, it be hard for me to fit in |
I kicked the door down, they act like I ain’t leave it open |
I’m 'bout to cop that new 'Bach and I still got the old one |
Don’t get your ass whacked, we clap shit, Magnolia |
They was talkin' 'bout my flow, so I went back to the old one (Yeah) |
Look, diamonds in my teeth, shit frozen (Yeah) |
I like my bitches dark, Kelly Rowland, yeah (Uh, uh, uh) |
I would give you my heart, but it’s broken, yeah (Yeah, yeah) |
I can’t even show no emotions (Yeah, yeah), look |
Starin' from afar at the ocean, before I got some motion |
Before we ever bust a check, man, we was on some more shit |
Before I ever touched the pen, they told me I was chosen |
Before the fame, these bitches called me daddy, I know, look |
I know Just and Liberty gon' be there, huh (Yeah) |
I know Boonk and Bop and Zelly, they gon' be there, huh |
I can’t speak on none of them niggas, I can’t ID them, yeah |
Make me tweak on all these niggas like I’m senile |
I can’t trust a soul, so I won’t be 'round |
Held the street down while Shell gone, so I know he proud |
He took over the penal, he send it to me now |
Don’t make me send them youngins to your spot and let 'em freestyle |