Bad Lucc - Nothing To Do lyrics

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Bad Lucc - Nothing To Do lyrics

[Intro: Lyndon LaRouche] If you wish to destroy an area, how do you do it? Well, there are two ways You can go in there and bomb it But that's not very efficient What you do is that you try to get the people in that area to k** each other And to destroy their own territory [Bridge: Fred The Godson] Uh Uh it's Nothing To Do But I swear I'm not fronting on you Look, when you getting money it's really Nothing To Do But I swear I'm not fronting on you Nah Look, I need something to do Just don't make me do something to you You know the Godson go Blat Blat Blat You know the Godson go Blat Blat Blat You know the Godson... [Verse 1: Fred The Godson] Murder he wrote I ain't feeling him Burner in the coat that's a steel with him Well it's cold outside, try chill with him Ugh, I don't like nothing the punk say Virgin word and it f**ing up the Feng Shui k** a rhymer with just a liner Flow smooth so pajamas in the Bahamas Everything designer that's how I taught it Get money off the books you can't get audit Me and my father shopping it's fresh you know we bought it Even my Paps fly I hope you caught it Tell your wife Imma hit her, please f** her with my dawgs her eyes pekingese Dogs, notice I said pekingese Who's as nice as me spitting? Please [Hook: Fred the Godson] sh**, it's Nothing To Do I swear I'm not fronting on you Look, when you getting money it's really Nothing To Do But I swear I'm not fronting on you Nah look, I need something to do Just don't make me do something to you You know the Godson go Blat Blat Blat You know the Godson go Blat Blat Blat You know the Godson... [Verse 2: Bad Lucc] Aw sh** The n***as from the other side Jekyll and Hyde run for cover Bad Lucc is a preview and nightmare in the Cathedral Cali King pop over twenty n***as to see you I'm top five of the streets I took a train [?] Python covered in kicks Broadway to the bricks I get loose on any strip The fiends think I got knicks, n***a I stack money like slaves I could grow a rose if I'm pissing on graves And speak with me at AA meetings I'm 1000 Proof Diamond lane big a** homes and 1000 coupes Sipping like a fountain Ace on the floor like [?] [?] and I'll bleed em' Me and Fred The Godson we mistreat em' Fake n***a real never need em'