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C1 (LTH) Lyrics

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Selected song name: Back in Blood
Singer Name: C1 (LTH)
Lyrics written by: C1 (LTH)

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Still got bad ones acting up
Cah me, I don't give them time
She wants to wine and dine
That's not me, I'm not that guy
Just do it like Nike
All the LT's ride and slide
Double-tap shotties and swing them knives
Lean out the window, air out bine
Please don't act stupid
Everyone knows it's the LT's shooting
Bootings, bootings
All of these bootings, jakes can't prove it
She fell in love with a gangsta
And she just loves to abuse it
C this, C that, what arе you doing?
If it ain't me then who are you scrеwing?
I was back then with Slim tryna ching
Now that's all we tryna do
I'm a darkskin n***a who's rubbed and rude
But the lighties think I'm cute
The opps get shot, then we move
I don't wanna hear it, you know what we do
Pour up a Sprite, 2 litre, boo
I'm way too slatty, I cannot move
Ask YT how we slatt off
Ask Slim how they all ran off
This one here gotta back off
F**k off, go ask Kay how to slap off
And the neighbours we got ain't nosy
Mask on my face, suttin' like Mick Foley
'Round us, man, don't act bosey
Stain gang, you might go home with no Rollie
Could've been a buss-down Plain Jane
That garm disappeared, David Blaine
Free Breezy, slept on trains
Free BK, anything for the change
If they could they'd be on the stage
Chatting like gyal, anything for the fame
'Nuff animals 'round here, you can't tame
Officer, what a shame
If it ain't Nike Air it's drip
The feds them mad cah they can't prove sh*t
I love my sportsman n***a like Skid
I love my trapboy n***a like Blitz
We ain't playing with bamboo sticks
When suttin' gets shot, when suttin' gets hit
Free the gang, free the whole of the strip
Free Murder, MA, , real sh*t

We span that block like a hundred times
This ain't a facading ting or an act
She ask me if I know them yutes 'round there
Of course, they ain't got no waps
I chat sh*t 'cause all of it's facts
She got a slim waist with a back
Tell her what do to and she does it, smash
Caught two yutes and they both turned Flash
We span that block like a hundred times
This ain't a facading ting or an act
She ask me if I know them yutes 'round there
Of course, they ain't got no waps
I chat sh*t 'cause all of it's facts
She got a slim waist with a back
Tell her what do to and she does it, smash
Caught two yutes and they both turned Flash


She came to the rave to watch the tugs
She ain't into the dance
Moncler, Louis and stuff
C1 ain't ever been France
Do any job on my own and no babes
I don't need no staff
This b*t*h ain't got no cla**, ra**
Is everything good at yard?
I don't need me an Asian Doll, no
I need one just like Mulatto
This type beat ain't Hargo
Bruck-down dings, how far can a car go?
I've been told that we're a**holes
True say we left bare dizzy like Rascal
We're the kings of the Hill, f**k a castle
This ain't no games, no pa** the parcel
This baddie ain't got no manners
She ain't rude when she's down at knee-height
Something got done by the Hill
Something got done by the GIs
Two shotgun's, that's B1 and D5
Tryna turn man 3-5
From time, they ain't been live

We span that block like a hundred times
This ain't a facading ting or an act
She ask me if I know them yutes 'round there
Of course, they ain't got no waps
I chat sh*t 'cause all of it's facts
She got a slim waist with a back
Tell her what do to and she does it, smash
Caught two yutes and they both turned Flash
We span that block like a hundred times
This ain't a facading ting or an act
She ask me if I know them yutes 'round there
Of course, they ain't got no waps
I chat sh*t 'cause all of it's facts
She got a slim waist with a back
Tell her what do to and she does it, smash
Caught two yutes and they both turned Flash