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Perseids Re:Duality (feat. shmovin & YTFTAMASHII) Video (MV)






Luccas - Perseids Re:Duality (feat. shmovin & YTFTAMASHII) Lyrics
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I look in the mirror, and see the villain
Maybe tonight, I'm thinking I'll kill him
Maybe I pop in with Ritalin
See his drink open, and slip it in
Call me Doom Guy, way I purify
Hollows gon' make him convulse and die
When I bury the hatchet, it's in his spine
Paralysis traveling through the vine
When I fly out, I'm flying LATAM
When I'm a jackass, I'm channeling Bam
After I tap, I'm playing her jams
And after it's that, she taking my pants
Blat, blat, I put that on bro
Tit for tat, like down to the toes
I got it back, ya boy on a roll
I can't back, 'cause I ain't Hope
I'm sippin' rum, I'm sittin' in Jamaica
You can catch a fade, and not a f*ckin' taper
You not getting money, you not getting paper
While I'm stacking bread, I'm feelin' like a baker
I'm droppin' bodies, call me Undertaker
Overnight, like oats, that's why they call me Quaker
I'm not f*ckin' wit' you
You gon' meet your maker
And I'm rolling blunts, I got exotic flavors
Two tabs, and the bathroom look funny
I don't wanna talk if it ain't about money
In the car, bass bump, this shit got me jumpin'
Pull up to CVS, thinkin' they front me
Look at me wrong, and this shit could get ugly
Glock wit' a beam, and its nickname is Trusty
I can not f*ck, 'cause yo pussy is musty
I get lit, I do what I want
I don't pop pills, but I smoke blunts
I sip drink, do it on occasion
Run up the bag, do it on the daily
Numbing the pain, 'cause I can't face it
Been doing these drugs, 'cause I can't take it
Copped a pound, and I'm geeked for the week
I'm in love with the smoke, I'm a fiend
I do everything for my team
And I do pull cards, I'm a fiend
Like Alucard, reppin' a beam
I ain't got no time for a bean
But I do got time for the bean
And I do got time for my B
That's Bloods, my baby, my bitch
That's anytime that it's a mayday
I come in clutch, like your lady
Gripping my dick, like I'm Ray-J
I hit it first, and when I drop tapes
They all in the dirt
Blood on my jeans and blood on my shirt
Bitches love me, they say I'm a flirt
Yes, look at my face, I'm putting in work
Put this brace to your face
I'm faded, I'm smoking this blunt to the face
Smash your face with a swing of the mace
Run for your life if you see me on chase
If I catch up to you, then your story's erased
Dispose of your body, I don't leave a trace
Dispose of your body, they don't have a case
Dispose of your body in a hidden place
If 12 pull up I do the dash, like the race and-
They gon' start shooting, like perseids
Money old, Morgan Freeman
I took my girl to shop at Neiman's
Copped new pants, they European
You know I ride with a cacodemon
And we got weapons, like a legion
Back of the chapel, I was a heathen
They might be right, I don't got a reason
Choccy
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I look in the mirror, and see the villain
Maybe tonight, I'm thinking I'll kill him
Maybe I pop in with Ritalin
See his drink open, and slip it in
Call me Doom Guy, way I purify
Hollows gon' make him convulse and die
When I bury the hatchet, it's in his spine
Paralysis traveling through the vine
When I fly out, I'm flying LATAM
When I'm a jackass, I'm channeling Bam
After I tap, I'm playing her jams
And after it's that, she taking my pants
Blat, blat, I put that on bro
Tit for tat, like down to the toes
I got it back, ya boy on a roll
I can't back, 'cause I ain't Hope
I'm sippin' rum, I'm sittin' in Jamaica
You can catch a fade, and not a f*ckin' taper
You not getting money, you not getting paper
While I'm stacking bread, I'm feelin' like a baker
I'm droppin' bodies, call me Undertaker
Overnight, like oats, that's why they call me Quaker
I'm not f*ckin' wit' you
You gon' meet your maker
And I'm rolling blunts, I got exotic flavors
Two tabs, and the bathroom look funny
I don't wanna talk if it ain't about money
In the car, bass bump, this shit got me jumpin'
Pull up to CVS, thinkin' they front me
Look at me wrong, and this shit could get ugly
Glock wit' a beam, and its nickname is Trusty
I can not f*ck, 'cause yo pussy is musty
I get lit, I do what I want
I don't pop pills, but I smoke blunts
I sip drink, do it on occasion
Run up the bag, do it on the daily
Numbing the pain, 'cause I can't face it
Been doing these drugs, 'cause I can't take it
Copped a pound, and I'm geeked for the week
I'm in love with the smoke, I'm a fiend
I do everything for my team
And I do pull cards, I'm a fiend
Like Alucard, reppin' a beam
I ain't got no time for a bean
But I do got time for the bean
And I do got time for my B
That's Bloods, my baby, my bitch
That's anytime that it's a mayday
I come in clutch, like your lady
Gripping my dick, like I'm Ray-J
I hit it first, and when I drop tapes
They all in the dirt
Blood on my jeans and blood on my shirt
Bitches love me, they say I'm a flirt
Yes, look at my face, I'm putting in work
Put this brace to your face
I'm faded, I'm smoking this blunt to the face
Smash your face with a swing of the mace
Run for your life if you see me on chase
If I catch up to you, then your story's erased
Dispose of your body, I don't leave a trace
Dispose of your body, they don't have a case
Dispose of your body in a hidden place
If 12 pull up I do the dash, like the race and-
They gon' start shooting, like perseids
Money old, Morgan Freeman
I took my girl to shop at Neiman's
Copped new pants, they European
You know I ride with a cacodemon
And we got weapons, like a legion
Back of the chapel, I was a heathen
They might be right, I don't got a reason
Choccy
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Writer: Johsyah Lopez, Luccas Perez, Luis Contreras
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