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    Young Lucid

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    [Hook: Lite Fortunato]

    I seen fifty turn to a dollar
    A dollar turn to another one
    Your BM is my old bitch
    I got new hoes and another gun
    Sometimes you got to duck and run
    Cause the police trying to punish us
    Hit the cartel for another one
    They hopped his ass no one on ones

    [Verse 1: Young Lucid]

    If I said it I meant it
    Don't make me aim where your head is
    I been kicking with Benjie
    I do this all for a dollar
    These niggas dressing designers
    And can't pronounce what they're wearing
    L-U-C has been the man
    My nigga fuck what you hearing
    If I said I meant it
    I don't do nothing for credit
    Ain't your pal if you don't pay me
    Hit my wire or debit
    I'm with the NATO we wilding
    We on some dead nigga shit
    All I do is burn it down
    While I write down all my hits


    [Verse 2: Lite Fortunato]

    Selling them Nissans
    I got three charms on one arm
    Four bands like rock stars
    I'm a flashy nigga like cop cars
    I got six O's with me
    I got six hoes with me
    But still got four back up hoes
    Cause I'm the NATO dawty
    I just spent the advance on my wrist
    Look at your bitch
    And your bitch on my dick
    Flick of the wrist like I'm flicking the brick
    Look at your bitch when she see me she pissed
    I will not fall but I'll still make a fist
    VIP passes no time for a list
    She is too thotty for her to get kissed
    Hit him with four and the fifth one it missed

    [Verse 3: Young Lucid]

    I'm some young trippy nigga
    Coming straight out the city
    Word to God I'm a monster
    My style New York and Gritty
    If you could take it from my hands
    Word to God you could keep it
    I've been putting on for years
    Boy that shit ain't a secret
    And if you're coming with that fuck shit
    Get the fuck out the studio
    One minute niggas jacking
    And the next one they suing you
    I don't fuck with these niggas
    I don't fuck with these hoes
    Try to stay out of trouble
    But all my niggas go loco
    Always blowing on chocko
    I roll Staten to Manhattan
    If he lacking on Xanny's
    I like him up with the zeeks
    I'm with ten thousand bitches
    And every one of them freaks
    Got the juice all the juice
    It's your nigga Young Luc
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
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