Lyrics B. Lou – THE RACE (LOUMIX)
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It’s B. Lou, I be on the paper chase
Rob a nigga, blast a nigga in his face
Man down, yeah that’s a murder case (Lil Bitch!)
Free all my niggas fighting cases in they states
We dem’ niggas that increased the murder rates
Take a nigga bitch, Take a nigga spouse (gimme that shit!)
Pull out that chopper, and you know we air it out
We dem’ niggas that them hoes be talkin’ ’bout
This ain’t no concert, but you know we rollin’ loud
I ain’t ’bout that bullshit, I’m bout that action
Anything for a hunnid, make it happen
Pull up to a nigga scene, get to cappin’
Leave a nigga sleep, no hotel
I’ve been getting hella cheese, no rotel
And I keep that 40 hot, nigga’s gon melt
40 left his brains on the doorstep
I’m all bout my money, nigga none’ else (facts)
I’m just tryna see a hundred bands (racks)
A nigga hit a lick, do the runnin’ man
Remember first grade, I was sellin’ that (B. Lou, B. Lou)
Remember second grade, I was sellin’ that (facts facts)
Remember third grade, started sellin’ crack
Pull up to your scene, nigga where ya at?
That bitch eat up on my dick like some Applejack (Yummy)
And she havin’ that
Told the bitch, where the package at?
Makin’ plays, that’s acrobats
You can always find me, where a savage at?
Glizzy on me, check that aftermath
Went to school, but didn’t pass math
Take a nigga bitch, Take a nigga spouse (gimme that shit!)
Pull out that chopper, and you know we air it out
We dem’ niggas that them hoes be talkin’ ’bout
This ain’t no concert, but you know we rollin’ loud
I ain’t ’bout that bullshit, I’m bout that action
Anything for a hunnid, make it happen
Pull up to a nigga scene, get to cappin’
Leave a nigga sleep, no hotel
I’ve been getting hella cheese, no rotel
And I keep that 40 hot, nigga’s gon melt
40 left his brains on the doorstep
I’m all bout my money, nigga none’ else (facts)
I’m just tryna see a hundred bands (racks)
A nigga hit a lick, do the runnin’ man
Remember first grade, I was sellin’ that (B. Lou, B. Lou)
Remember second grade, I was sellin’ that (facts facts)
Remember third grade, started sellin’ crack
Pull up to your scene, nigga where ya at?
That bitch eat up on my dick like some Applejack (Yummy)
And she havin’ that
Told the bitch, where the package at?
Makin’ plays, that’s acrobats
You can always find me, where a savage at?
Glizzy on me, check that aftermath
Went to school, but didn’t pass math
Pop a nigga like a lortab
Got all these niggas mad
(Prrr Prrr!)
Got all these niggas mad
(Prrr Prrr!)