hiphop
rap
new
fresh
sexy
hot
lyrics
energy
hype
next
Lyrics
Nah
Verse 1:
10:30 on a Friday Night with my Tuesday gold
And my Wednesday nine
Dude talk all carzy like his mind is gone
He get found next Sunday in his Friday clothes
Look the diamonds in my chain is bright
Dead niggas be confused when god tell them walk to the light
I know I’m talking it right beef with plans to see me
My Fifth give auditions to Banned from T.V.
Man I keep these college girls sucking
Like I got the answers to they final exams below my belly button
No Fronting put this heat to your dome piece
And when I’m through you could fry chicken in his wave grease
War we be splendid
Cause we carry big guns the type you got to wear the ammo like suspenders
L dot E-s-c to the o
When I come through you just lay down slow
Hook:
Bet you niggas want my life but, Nah
Bet you niggas want my ice but, Nah
They don’t really want no drama
All in the club they don’t want no problems
Nah, Uhuh-uhuh
Nah, Uhuh-uhuh
Nah, Uhuh-uhuh
Nah, Uhuh-uhuh
Nah, Uhuh-uhuh
Nah, Uhuh-uhuh
Nah, Uhuh-uhuh
Nah, Uhuh-uhuh
Verse 2:
Its L here known here blasting jerks
I’m the Jacob of rap see me for a platinum verse
With the whips I got the Escalade to Kompressor
My drive way got more dubs then bootleggers
Why cause I like to flash while y’all choke up
My wrist look disgusting like a Craig Mack close up
What you mean I don’t see chips
Jacob with the black face ice around make it look like an eclipse
I understand why y’all dudes is mad as hell
Sitting back like damn I could be L
Cause when your dough talk you nothing
Cause your dough like movado watches y’all ain’t got no numbers
Dudes on something crazy thinking L wont bust
The 12 gauge will fold ya chest to your elbows touch
And if a dude often fronting
We go a buck sixty stop and through his face in our spreewell rims
Hook:
Bet you niggas want my life but, Nah
Bet you niggas want my ice but, Nah
They don’t really want no drama
All in the club they don’t want no problems
Nah, Uhuh-uhuh
Nah, Uhuh-uhuh
Nah, Uhuh-uhuh
Nah, Uhuh-uhuh
Nah, Uhuh-uhuh
Nah, Uhuh-uhuh
Nah, Uhuh-uhuh
Nah, Uhuh-uhuh
Verse 3:
Fresh okay its him again
Truck full of hoes trying to find more to fit them in
And by the way since I’m stacking the benjamens
I’m trying to have more homes then California Mexicans
Dudes mad cause I’m messing with their skeos
They ex men beefing with me like magneto
(Fresh)You can’t knock him(Fresh) You can’t stop him
(Fresh) You can’t top him(Fresh) You can’t rock him
(Fresh) When they see L in the coupe
They be mad like black people when they first saw roots
And when I ride by right
The system in the car make the buildings on the block do the Cha Cha slide
Dudes don’t want it with me
Cause I keep at least 2, 45’s like a quarter 3
I’m getting money not like the rest of you dudes
Your checks only four figures like wrestling moves