Текст песни Ritz - Lucii

Have you ever done sat in the 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 pagans, staying equipped
Backing your yak and dipping up pricks
Taking their soul and doing up ritz 666

Have you ever done sat in the 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 pagans, staying equipped
Backing your yak and dipping up pricks
Taking their soul and doing up ritz 666

Have you ever done sat in the 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 pagans, staying equipped
Backing your yak and dipping up pricks
Taking their soul and doing up ritz 666

It's voodoo living and juju dippings
I grip on my anglo, gon' give it a swing
Man know me, I'm a well known pagan
Living all mad with my juju sins
Everyone love talk about violence
But violence is not what they're on
They just wanna rap and blow off their songs
I just wanna crash and take away sons

How many, how many man been got got
Ran off and left their bro, their bruce
So why did they hop on tracks in the booth?
What do you mean, your bro didn't off his goose
I banged
Kicked and stamped on him
And my Jordan 4s were lookin all juiced
Then got away cah I'm lucky Luc
(Mad, mad)

Have you ever done sat in the 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 pagans, staying equipped
Backing your yak and dipping up pricks
Taking their soul and doing up ritz 666

Have you ever done sat in the 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 pagans, staying equipped
Backing your yak and dipping up pricks
Taking their soul and doing up ritz 666

If you saw what I did that day in - 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 phsyco, madman
No regret when I hop out the back man
The chicks stop me with the mask
Told them I'm just a fan of the Batman
No matter what church I bang
If I expose these man, I'm nicked (demon, demon)
They call me the devil
I wipe my blade then praise the 6

Right now I'm on a pending case
But voodoo might just get that rid
Shit, I fucking hope it does
I'm way to busy to go in the bin
I put - 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 zoomed
For any pagan that thinks they're bad, come buck Lucii
Show me what's cooking
Would've run off, but he couldn't
God bun, that's good riddance
(Goodnight)

Have you ever done sat in the 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 pagans, staying equipped
Backing your yak and dipping up pricks
Taking their soul and doing up ritz 666

Have you ever done sat in the 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 pagans, staying equipped
Backing your yak and dipping up pricks
Taking their soul and doing up ritz 666

Have you ever done sat in the 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 pagans, staying equipped
Backing your yak and dipping up pricks
Taking their soul and doing up ritz 666