History
YFN Lucci feat Bigga Rankin
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YFN Lucci - History Lyrics & Traduction

Run that shit from the top, Snoop (Real nigga Real nigga Real nigga radio)
A fact of life is that we will be remembered more for what we destroy than what we built
History is written by the victors
That's why we must win at all costs
This your story (Ayy), take off young nigga! (Uh), Think it's a game?

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, I told the bitch this a dinner date
She wanna fuck on me then stay
Pulled off in a Stingray
Soft topped her
Babe Ruth, knocked the socks off her
No softball, I'm an outlaw
You a cornball, I got hot sauce, yeah
Got a lil' packed out
I got them racks on me right now
I touched a 30 'fore I did my first show
Shawty had them thangs for the low
Who asked shawty? Hell if I know, huh
Parked the Benz at the front door
Uhh, Cartiers on me, these frames
Can't snatch these from me, Deebo
Rest in peace, my nigga Geno
Uh, we was on the front street
Had a MAC-10, I was 14
We was going everywhere four deep
Parked the green Bim right across the street
Air Force 1 whiter than a key
Big dog bark then they gon' eat
They gon' spark shit 'bout me, yeah
Niggas all on my line talkin' 'bout they starving
Nigga, we used to starve back then
Fucked up, we used to rob back then
Lucked up, hit on some cards back then
Where the hell were y'all boys at then?
Packed up at mail call back then
We ain't seen homeboy since when? (When?)
Ain't trying to do no more features
I don't like you, I don't need you, I'ma slide by my people
I'm go lay down and do time, my freedom
I can't go nowhere without my nina (Nina)
I can't go nowhere without my nina (Nina)

Look, this is his story, huh
Everything a true story
Niggas switched, that shit tore me
You ain't never did shit for me
See, one of my bitches warned me
I ain't listen, that shit harmed me
I fucked up, but I'm still learning
I can't let a nigga Big Worm me, uh

Fuck you mean, I can't make history?
Martin Luther was a nigga, B
Shit, Barack Obama wasn't no Kennedy
How is you gon' get rid of me?
Show these fuck niggas no sympathy
Got a drum on it, no symphony
Gotta bomb on 'em like I'm OD
Smoke a farm when a nigga OT
Big dawg, niggas know me
Spent 15 on my nose ring
Lil' Spanish bitch keep my clothes clean
Got a white bitch, but her nose clean
Lay on a pot, wipe your nose clean
Lay on the opps like a whole king
When the Boost was out, we were chirping
You ain't never put no work in
Yeah, get the money and drugs, then we out, yeah
We put the money in the mattress, but we ain't got no drugs in the house, yeah
Before I leave I grab my ratchet
I just can't get caught without it, yeah
I told my my mama it's a habit
I ain't been living without it, yeah, yeah, uh
I got Houston packed out
I got a 100 on me right now
We popped 100 bottles, fucked 100 models
Had the youngins getting turned out
Pull up, no semi-auto, get them fully autos
I need everything wiped out
Feeling like Boosie, bitch, come wipe me down
Feeling like Pac when I'm on the brown, yeah

This is his story, huh
Everything a true story
Niggas switched, that shit tore me
You ain't never did shit for me
See, one of my bitches warned me
I ain't listen, that shit harmed me
I fucked up, but I'm still learning
I can't let a nigga Big Worm me, uh

Got the Alpha packed out
I got them racks on me right now, yeah
I got Aces packed out
I got them racks on me right now
We in VLive right now
I got them racks on me right now, yeah
Packs, uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh for the front door
Park the Benz at the front door, yeah (Skrrt)


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