Lucii - Ritz lyrics

LS Beats have you ever done sat in a bando
Looked at the cats and felt so sick?
Have you ever done grip on
A Rambo, got no sheath
It’s cutting your dick?
Got war with the paigons,  staying equipped
Backing your yank and dipping up pricks
Taking their soul and doing up Ritz, 666

Have you ever done sat in a bando
Looked at the cats and felt so sick? (Yuck)
Have you ever done grip on
A Rambo, got no sheath
It’s cutting your dick? (Ouch)
Got war with the paigons, staying equipped
Backing your yank and dipping up pricks
Taking their soul and doing up Ritz, 666
Have you ever done sat in a bando
Looked at the cats and felt so sick? (Yuck)
Have you ever done grip on
A Rambo, got no sheath


It’s cutting your dick? (Ouch)
Got war with the paigons, staying equipped
Backing your yank and dipping up pricks
Taking their soul and doing up Ritz, 666

It’s voodoo living and juju dippings
I grip on my Anglo and give it a swing (Swoo)
Man know me, I'm a well known paigon
Living all mad with my juju sins (Voodoo)
Everyone love talk about violence
But violence is not what they’re on (Mad)
They just wanna rap and blow off their songs
I just wanna crash and take away sons
How many man been got-got, ran
Off and left their bro, their bruce?
(Loads)
So why did they hop on tracks in the booth?
(Why?) what did you mean your bro
Didn’t off his goose?
I banged, kicked then stamped on him
Have my Jordan S all looking like Loubs (LOL)
Then I got away 'cause I’m lucky Luc'
(Mad, mad)

Have you ever done sat in a bando
Looked at the cats and felt so sick? (Yuck)
Have you ever done grip on
A Rambo, got no sheath
It’s cutting your dick? (Ouch)
Got war with the paigons, staying equipped
Backing your yank and dipping up pricks
Taking their soul and doing up Ritz, 666
Have you ever done sat in a bando
Looked at the cats and felt so sick? (Yuck)
Have you ever done grip on
A Rambo, got no sheath
It’s cutting your dick? (Ouch)
Got war with the paigons, staying equipped
Backing your yank and dipping up pricks
Taking their soul and doing up Ritz, 666

If you saw what I did
That day in Brookmill Park
You’d stay at home
I backed my blade, I grabbed his neck
I splashed him down, I felt his bones
Call me a psycho, madman
No regret when I hop out, kebab man (Splash)
The jakes stopped me with my mask
I told them I’m just a fan of the Batman
(LOL) no matter what juj I bang
If I expose these man I’m nicked
(Demon, demon, demon) they call me the Devil
I wipe my blade then praise to 6 (666)
Right now I’m on a pending case
But voodoo might just get that rid (Oh yeah)
Shit, I fucking hope it does
I’m way too busy to go in the bin (Mad)
I put Naseem up in my zoot
Kick my feet up then play this tune
Got no respect, that neek is dead
And I can’t lie, I’m fucking zoom (What?)
For any pagan that thinks they're bad
Come buck Lucii, show me what’s cooking
(Wagwan) wanna run off but he couldn’t
Naseem got bun that’s good riddance
(Goodnight)

Have you ever done sat in a bando
Looked at the cats and felt so sick? (Yuck)
Have you ever done grip on
A Rambo, got no sheath
It’s cutting your dick? (Ouch)
Got war with the paigons, staying equipped
Backing your yank and dipping up pricks
Taking their soul and doing up Ritz, 666
Have you ever done sat in a bando
Looked at the cats and felt so sick? (Yuck)
Have you ever done grip on
A Rambo, got no sheath
It’s cutting your dick? (Ouch)
Got war with the paigons, staying equipped
Backing your yank and dipping up pricks
Taking their soul and doing up Ritz, 666

Have you ever done sat in a bando
Looked at the cats and felt so sick?
Have you ever done grip on
A Rambo, got no sheath
It’s cutting your dick?
Got war with the paigons, staying equipped
Backing your yank and dipping up pricks
Taking their soul and doing up Ritz, 666
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