Dec. 23rd

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Yfn Lucci

Rayshawn Lamar Bennett (born February 16, 1991), known professionally as YFN Lucci, is an American rapper and singer from Atlanta, Georgia. In 2014, he signed a record deal with Think It's A Game Entertainment and released his debut mixtape, Wish Me Well. In 2016, he released his second mixtape, Wish Me Well 2, which included the hit single "Key to the Streets" (featuring Migos and Trouble). His debut extended play, Long Live Nut, was released in 2017 and peaked at number 27 on the Billboard 200 chart. The EP's first single "Everyday We Lit" (featuring PnB Rock), has peaked at number 33 on the Billboard Hot 100 and became his highest charting single to date. In 2018, Bennett released his debut studio album Ray Ray From Summerhill which peaked at number 14 on … more »

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(LC run that back, yo)

Ay, first off, I don't respect no rats
I ain't never dropped a dime, not even when I got those racks
Look, I was raisin' hell before the Hellcat
Yeah, I can put you on, run and tell that
Look, I'll pop a nigga like a wheelie, huh
I crack me a seal, pour out my feelings, uh
Starin' at the stars in the ceiling, uh
How I'm starin' at my heart while it's healin'
Look, it's hard for me to find some inspiration
I pray for the generation, I need me a vacation
I'm tryna clear my thoughts, no one to call on late night
Wanna know my whereabouts? I'm with the stars now, late night
Lord, pray for me, we just a product of our environment
We just some young niggas strugglin' who got tired of it
From where them cracker quick to hang you like a ornament
I'm just thankful that we made it out
Chauncey goin' up the only way we ball
Can't complain at all, bitch, we made it far, huh
Just bought my nigga a phone, I hate when he can't make that call, huh
Come to you with my hand out? See, that ain't me at all
I don't give no damn 'bout what you did
We came up from hustlin', kickin' doors, I don't know what you did
I'm a real hustler, I was rich when I got two kids
Then I had two more kids, bring that shit to your crib
Look, racked in '19, 2020 I'm goin' too big
Thug life like Pac, but I got hoes like I'm BIG
Look, R.I.P. B-I-G, my new AP a B-I-G
Wrecked the Benz tryna check the time, too many VV's
Look, put some ice on her if she mine, let's go skiing
Yeah, put a dime on him, he won't make it 'til the weekend
Playin' all defense, some shit I can't prevent
In a game full of weirdos it be hard for me to fit in
I kick the door down, they act like I ain't leave it open
I'm 'bout to cop that new 'Bach and I still got the old one
Don't get your ass wet, we clap shit, Magnolia
They was talkin' 'bout my flow, so I went back to the old one (yeah)
Look, diamonds in my teeth, shit frozen (yeah)
I like my bitches dark, Kelly Rowland (uh, uh, uh)
I would give you my heart, but it's broken (yeah, yeah)
I can't even show no emotion (yeah, yeah)
Look, starin' from afar at the ocean, before I got some motion
Before we ever bust a check, man, we was on some mo' shit
Before I ever touched the pen, they told me I was chosen
Before the fame these bitches called me daddy, I know
Look, I know Just and Liberty gon' be there, huh (yeah)
I know Boonk and Bop and Zelly, they gon' be there, huh
I can't speak on none of them niggas, I can not be them, yeah
Make me tweak on all these niggas like I'm senile
I can't trust a soul, so I won't be 'round
Held the street down while Shell gone so I know he proud
He took over the penal, he send it to me now
Don't make me send them youngin to your spot and let 'em freestyle

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