Flash Baccs Of The LICC Songtext
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Lately I, lately I been wonderin' what I'm becomin'
Or what's possibly comin' to somethin'
Heart thumpin', I feel it in my stomach
Cold winter, cold heart, hoodie tied, Jaw strings
Gotta keep warm, man, I'm gunned down
Don't want beef, just somethin' I gotta keep
In case them tires start to screech
And enemies try to come 'round
Bad bitches wanna fuck with a nigga
Every good girl swearin' she could comfort a nigga
Or what's possibly comin' to somethin'
Heart thumpin', I feel it in my stomach
Cold winter, cold heart, hoodie tied, Jaw strings
Gotta keep warm, man, I'm gunned down
Don't want beef, just somethin' I gotta keep
In case them tires start to screech
And enemies try to come 'round
Bad bitches wanna fuck with a nigga
Every good girl swearin' she could comfort a nigga
New bitch keep sayin' that she done with a nigga
DMing my ex back like, "What you want from a nigga?"
It figures, side bitch buggin'
Pack her bags, she be trippin', trippin' on the same shit
Beef, beef, argue, beef, same spit
Main reason I ain't got a main bitch
Can't run from these demons
I done woke up screamin'
Flashbacks of the lick
Reminiscin' of the schemin'
Mommy told me I was speedin'
Still hit the gas
He ran before I let go, still hit his ass
Can't run from these demons
I done woke up screamin'
Flashbacks of the lick
Reminiscin' of the schemin'
Mommy told me I was speedin'
Still hit the gas He ran before I let go, still hit his ass
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
No lie—only work was put in work, work, work
Nine-to-five wouldn't work, work
If I'm a new boy, then you're a jerk
And everybody wanna love you when everybody love you
Never let they bitch beg you
You damn sure can't let they nigga try to bread you
Put it in the pot till it bubble
Shit a nigga do for a double
Same shit that feed my seed
Is the same shit that got a nigga finger-fuckin' Trouble
Raw sex with Karma, had to double up on armor
Flirtin' with Death, I just bought a new TEC
Can't run from these demons
I done woke up screamin'
Flashbacks of the lick
Reminiscin' of the schemin'
Mommy told me I was speedin'
Still hit the gas
He ran before I let go, still hit his ass
Can't run from these demons
I done woke up screamin'
Flashbacks of the lick
Reminiscin' of the schemin'
Mommy told me I was speedin'
Still hit the gas
He ran before I let go, still hit his ass
DMing my ex back like, "What you want from a nigga?"
It figures, side bitch buggin'
Pack her bags, she be trippin', trippin' on the same shit
Beef, beef, argue, beef, same spit
Main reason I ain't got a main bitch
Can't run from these demons
I done woke up screamin'
Flashbacks of the lick
Reminiscin' of the schemin'
Mommy told me I was speedin'
Still hit the gas
He ran before I let go, still hit his ass
Can't run from these demons
I done woke up screamin'
Flashbacks of the lick
Reminiscin' of the schemin'
Mommy told me I was speedin'
Still hit the gas He ran before I let go, still hit his ass
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
No lie—only work was put in work, work, work
Nine-to-five wouldn't work, work
If I'm a new boy, then you're a jerk
And everybody wanna love you when everybody love you
Never let they bitch beg you
You damn sure can't let they nigga try to bread you
Put it in the pot till it bubble
Shit a nigga do for a double
Same shit that feed my seed
Is the same shit that got a nigga finger-fuckin' Trouble
Raw sex with Karma, had to double up on armor
Flirtin' with Death, I just bought a new TEC
Can't run from these demons
I done woke up screamin'
Flashbacks of the lick
Reminiscin' of the schemin'
Mommy told me I was speedin'
Still hit the gas
He ran before I let go, still hit his ass
Can't run from these demons
I done woke up screamin'
Flashbacks of the lick
Reminiscin' of the schemin'
Mommy told me I was speedin'
Still hit the gas
He ran before I let go, still hit his ass
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