Lute - 80 Proof lyrics

[Lute - 80 Proof lyrics]

Listen up now! Leadaz of Tha
Free World in the motherfuckin'
House! Me and Papa Doc will
Battle any motherfuckers here! yeah
Told you them niggas were talkin' shit
Man, fuck Tha Free World
Yeah, fuck Tha Free World!

Mic-a-di-microphone check, motherfucker
I don’t really trust her
Booty with a smile, she got miles on the dash
Shawty fast, it’s a stickup motherfucker
Where the cash?
Let me see them hands, motherfuck the man
Call the cops, niggas breakin' laws
Thirsty like body shots, yeah
So if it’s money over hoes
Then what all you got?
Prolly much of nothin’
Niggas out here cuppin'
I bet you that your best friend
Is same one she fuckin’
Bros over hoes, nigga
Gotta count for something
Nah, they ain’t with it
Niggas out here quittin'
Can’t finish what they started
Spend they whole life dippin'
Worried 'bout these bitches man
I’m tryna sit on inches
Ride through the city, whole clique with me
Holla if you hear me no thanks to the radio
Plottin’ down 85, yeppin' the 84
Doin’ 75, swinging on 24s
Sippin' on 45s, baby, I’m good to go
Stay strapped with a 45
In case they don’t really know
Just let the beat drop, spittin' heat roc’
Till the tape pop, let your head nod
Till the tape stop, let the hate start

I rep that north, clack it back
Put your sets up chasing racks
I’ll be back before the days up
I rep that north, clack it back
Put your sets up chasing racks
I’ll be back before the days up
I rep that north, clack it back
Put your sets up chasing racks
I’ll be back before the days up
I rep that north, clack it back
Put your sets up chasing racks
I’ll be back before the days up

It’s still West Side, nigga
Since west best and cap guns
Now I pack one for your actions
Catch me in these streets
But, nigga, I ain’t gotta trap shit
Thank God I got captured by the beat
What mother wanna see they youngest
Son in a casket? Money on my mind
But the dream is what I’m after
I do this for that girl, 16 with two kids
Baby daddy locked up so she dancin'
Just to pay rent, but it feels like a ransom
On to the next one
Never be the one if you ain’t
Tryin’ be the best one
So I stretch one for the youth
All they really know is that
Soldier got the juice
School ain't tryin' to tell 'em
We got soldiers by the troops
Overseas with no proof so, of course
A nigga shootin' for a coop with no roof
Ride through the hood, black cap, gold tooth
So, of course, a nigga sippin' 80 proof

I rep that north, clack it back
Put your sets up chasing racks
I’ll be back before the days up
I rep that north, clack it back
Put your sets up chasing racks
I’ll be back before the days up
I rep that north, clack it back
Put your sets up chasing racks
I’ll be back before the days up
I rep that north, clack it back
Put your sets up chasing racks
I’ll be back before the days up

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