Solo Lucci - HYFR lyrics

rate me

Gotta do what I gotta do

And I do this shit for my nigger

Salute!

I love my plug!

Fuck your favorite rapper

The mixtape

Most my bitches stay in Giorgio or in my hate

Got o grand estate where we‘re getting handled by some bald nigger

Who think that she find it only can feel

When he wanna heat and give it to me

The first time we heating the wind is compressing

And we never mix she fucked with my swag

She wanted to smash and we have to ask

Just let me get it but we never talk too much

I guess she don’t wanna be in my business

And I think she caught me when she in my CD

And after what’s test me and told me I’m ripping

And after she test me and told me she need me

And that’s when I called her and told her she tripping

She asked, what have I learned from getting fame

I learned when you’re spending dollars you gonna see a lot of change

Cause niggers know you baling and on me you in the game

I don’t think they get the picture, they just as square as the frame

Look is the dough is the swag is it the flow?

I don’t get at you she get at yo bro

Got swishes to blow I got bitches the low

In, interviews like interrogation

Get the fuck about my face confusing me with conversation

Like

Do you appeal shit or you gonna stay down

Do you think you deserve to keep me on

I heard you got the dealers the truth

Oh yeah you crippling you think the niggers you win is with you

And I’m like hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah

Fucking right, fucking right alright

I feel hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah

Fucking right, fucking right alright, alright

So much for being mediocre

They stay deaf around the corner

So I grab my pistol from under my sofa

Tell my chauffer to run them over

Minus hate just like opposed to

Pay with my brick and I will toast ya

Must’ve been drinking she drinking

Just got a plane pouring it up

And we in the ville we took some pictures

I gave her a molly she say she withdraw

After she told me she want me to hit her

And I did it all last night and now she testing me like I’m her nigger

Damn I wasn’t gonna hit yo chick and then the condom did it

Ad I did she ain’t shit guess she constipated

I ever get nominated then I’m coming faded

And we gonna ball so hard they gonna have to come and taint it

Dreams I hope we can accomplish

Going in the right direction hope I don’t need a compass

Uh, interviews are like interrogations

Get the fuck about my face confusing me with conversation

Like

Do you appeal shit or you gonna stay down

Do you think you deserve to keep me on

I heard you got the dealers the truth

Oh yeah you crippling you think the niggers you win is with you

And I’m like hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah

Fucking right, fucking right alright

I feel hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah

Fucking right, fucking right alright, alright

I love my plug!

The plug!