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Luchiana Video (MV)




Performed By: Eastside X
Language: English
Length: 3:49
Written by: Anthony Harris




Eastside X - Luchiana Lyrics




Off top R.I.P., Bango
I can't vibe with a lame hoe
That ain't a K, that's a Draco
Turn your homeboy to an angel
Clip gone curve at an angle
How much you think that stain for
Need that bag, you n***** mad
Noose gone make them hang slow
Off top R.I.P., Bango
I can't vibe with a thot bitch
That ain't a K, that's a Draco
Throw that n**** body in the garbage
Clip gone curve like a rainbow
Rolex wrist do not tick
Need that bag, you n***** mad
Cause you will never stop this

Word around town you pop shit
Talk shit
You talking nonsense
Caution, I might just off him
If he flossing
Click, clack, coffin
Flipping dope like a Pink Dolphin
They in awe because I'm awesome
Stone cold like Steve Austin
I'm a boss
Get out my office
I ain't playing
Eyes look Asian
Do you get my persuasion
True blue, I'm back to banging
Heard you saying I'm amazing
Bitch I hear that on the daily
Bitch quit playing
Do the gang
He a lame, he can't hang
You just practice for my aim
Bang

Off top R.I.P., Bango
I can't vibe with a lame hoe
That ain't a K, that's a Draco
Turn your homeboy to an angel
Clip gone curve at an angle
How much you think that stain for
Need that bag, you n***** mad
Noose gone make them hang slow
Off top R.I.P., Bango
I can't vibe with a thot bitch
That ain't a K, that's a Draco
Throw that n**** body in the garbage
Clip gone curve like a rainbow
Rolex wrist do not tick
Need that bag, you n***** mad
Cause you will never stop this

Tipping on 44s
She stripping like a hoe
Nasty bitch
She eating dick
Like damn bitch hold on
Whiplash
This Witchcraft
666 Shit bag
Red tips behead shit
F*ck friends, I'm friendless
It's me
Choppa' got a body kit
Body shit
Catch a body bitch
I body shit
Out my body off this Molly bitch
I'm a lick a shot, yea
Lick a shot, yea
Damn, who shot you
Now you shot up
You gone need a doctor
Roll up your cousin
Smoke him like a Rasta
Bitch

Off top R.I.P., Bango
I can't vibe with a lame hoe
That ain't a K, that's a Draco
Turn your homeboy to an angel
Clip gone curve at an angle
How much you think that stain for
Need that bag, you n***** mad
Noose gone make them hang slow
Off top R.I.P., Bango
I can't vibe with a thot bitch
That ain't a K, that's a Draco
Throw that n**** body in the garbage
Clip gone curve like a rainbow
Rolex wrist do not tick
Need that bag, you n***** mad
Cause you will never stop this
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English

Off top R.I.P., Bango
I can't vibe with a lame hoe
That ain't a K, that's a Draco
Turn your homeboy to an angel
Clip gone curve at an angle
How much you think that stain for
Need that bag, you n***** mad
Noose gone make them hang slow
Off top R.I.P., Bango
I can't vibe with a thot bitch
That ain't a K, that's a Draco
Throw that n**** body in the garbage
Clip gone curve like a rainbow
Rolex wrist do not tick
Need that bag, you n***** mad
Cause you will never stop this

Word around town you pop shit
Talk shit
You talking nonsense
Caution, I might just off him
If he flossing
Click, clack, coffin
Flipping dope like a Pink Dolphin
They in awe because I'm awesome
Stone cold like Steve Austin
I'm a boss
Get out my office
I ain't playing
Eyes look Asian
Do you get my persuasion
True blue, I'm back to banging
Heard you saying I'm amazing
Bitch I hear that on the daily
Bitch quit playing
Do the gang
He a lame, he can't hang
You just practice for my aim
Bang

Off top R.I.P., Bango
I can't vibe with a lame hoe
That ain't a K, that's a Draco
Turn your homeboy to an angel
Clip gone curve at an angle
How much you think that stain for
Need that bag, you n***** mad
Noose gone make them hang slow
Off top R.I.P., Bango
I can't vibe with a thot bitch
That ain't a K, that's a Draco
Throw that n**** body in the garbage
Clip gone curve like a rainbow
Rolex wrist do not tick
Need that bag, you n***** mad
Cause you will never stop this

Tipping on 44s
She stripping like a hoe
Nasty bitch
She eating dick
Like damn bitch hold on
Whiplash
This Witchcraft
666 Shit bag
Red tips behead shit
F*ck friends, I'm friendless
It's me
Choppa' got a body kit
Body shit
Catch a body bitch
I body shit
Out my body off this Molly bitch
I'm a lick a shot, yea
Lick a shot, yea
Damn, who shot you
Now you shot up
You gone need a doctor
Roll up your cousin
Smoke him like a Rasta
Bitch

Off top R.I.P., Bango
I can't vibe with a lame hoe
That ain't a K, that's a Draco
Turn your homeboy to an angel
Clip gone curve at an angle
How much you think that stain for
Need that bag, you n***** mad
Noose gone make them hang slow
Off top R.I.P., Bango
I can't vibe with a thot bitch
That ain't a K, that's a Draco
Throw that n**** body in the garbage
Clip gone curve like a rainbow
Rolex wrist do not tick
Need that bag, you n***** mad
Cause you will never stop this
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Writer: Anthony Harris
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