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up 2 u - luci4 lyrics

[pre*chorus]
yuh yuh
you said ask your friends but these n*ggas [?]
wasn’t up to chance it was up to you
ay, n*ggas is some hoes, you can’t fit in my shoes
i could get you gone and disappear it poof
[?] f*cking choose
hoe you posting big, who the f*ck is you

[verse 1]
bullets pick him up, get that n*gga schooled
jump up out out that cut, wit’ that n*gga true
f*ck up out my whip, you not finna’ shoot (ratata)
put him on a poster, ion f*ckin’ hoop
these n*ggas is jus’ some posers, ion f*ck wit’ you
took her to the outlet, she want jimmy choo
(huh, huh)

[verse 2]
n*gga what it do
i came in with the [?], i came in with my crew
i can’t come down i see yo’ ahh, think bout’ k!lling you
n*gga you should dip, we not feelin’ you
we don’t f*ck with cops, n*gga f*ck 1 2
pull up in that drop, in that twisted coupe
you the p*ssy crew, but the [?] truth
oh that was your b*tch she ain’t said sh*t bout’ you
[outro]
rip my bro, n*gga missing you
marching down on feet, and i’m missing you
b*tch you insane ain’t no fixing you
i hit his brain ain’t no fixing dude
i had my way b*tch im f*cking [?]

- luci4 lyrics

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