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luka in la - enphamus lyrics

[intro]
yeah
everything i touch turn to f*ckin’ gold, n*gga
ayy, know we got luca in la, i got luka in la, uh

[verse]
i flew out my shooter to la (from dallas), ‘bron could’ve took his over luca (uh*huh, him?)
if you really ain’t ready to die, stay away from the smoke and go pick up a hookah (daniel, what’s up? yeah, facts)
thank god i ain’t crash in the street, gotta live out my dream, i ain’t die like luther
that’s ain’t no disrespect to martin, don’t try to be funny and die ’bout a blue ball (blood)
on ig postin’ that p sh*t (huh?), when i heart that b*tch, she delete it (a goofy)
two guns, they know i’m on peak sh*t (‘fore i blast), f*ck i look like drivin’ a v6? (skrrt, vroom)
when i lay, it look like i’m on creep sh*t (creep sh*t), red bottoms, i don’t get my feet did (yeah)
diamonds neck, b*tch, i been got my t**th did (bling), n*ggas die, that was covid, thе street sh*t (i’m tellin’ ya)
maybach feel like an impala (skrrt), came from nothin’, you cannot takе the hood out (i’m tellin’ ya)
only took your ass down ’cause you stood out (rob), i was down on my d*ck, but i’m good now (i’m straight)
ask my mama, we came out the swamp (the swamp), ain’t have nothin’ to our name but a d*mn dump (like shrek)
bein’ an opp, i just used to put hands on you (d*mn), thank god, my gun could’ve jammed on me (boom)
got a bad lil’ b*tch from the 6 zone (6 zone), lamb’ chop, lil’ b*tch, i got ricks on me (lanvins)
feds watchin’, bro, bring me the fish bone (scale), motorola, i jugg off a flip phone (trappin’)
on ei, juggin’ on a moped, trap, rappin’, but where is your dope at? (where is your dope?)
say you blood, n*gga, where is your folks at? (where is your folks?), big back on the yacht, this a boat back (yeah)

[chorus]
i’m a godd*mn fool, you heard, didn’t it? sh*t talkin’, my chain got a t*rd in it (ugh)
how the f*ck this a trap, ain’t no birds in it? (aw) maybach drive quiet like ferb in it (phineas)
ain’t believe what you heard, but you learned, didn’t it?
don’t leave nothin’ with a b*tch but some sperm in her
n*gga tweakin’, his blunt got sherm in it, i’ll straighten sh*t out like a perm in it (tweakin’, n*gga, you tweakin’, you high)
real n*gga, i f*ck with the locals (i f*ck with locals), since 12, i ain’t f*ck with the po*po (f*ck 12)
i be too quick to let a b*tch go*go (bye), she’ll be right back like a yo*yo (oh, come here)
she’ll be right back like a frisbee (i’m tellin’ ya), she’ll be right back like a boomerang
had a gun when i used to watch disney (i’m tellin’ ya), i been thuggin’ since way back, pootie tang (p*ssy)
[interlude]
p*ssy, i’m tellin’ ya everything i touch turn to f*ckin’ gold, n*gga
mansa musa, the midas touch, n*gga
tellin’ ya, now i’ll take a year off this sh*t, n*gga, come back, n*ggas still ain’t f*ckin’ with me
i ain’t got no f*ckin’ writer, n*gga, this sh*t come off—
come off top like a— like a receding hairline, p*ssy
check me (go)

- enphamus lyrics

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