Lucii x Fumez The Engineer - Plugged In
(Zero)
Plugged In, Lucky Luc'
Shout out Fumez The Engineer
Ay, listen (luc', luc', luc')
What you know about teachin' a young G
How to pop, bang with a loaded .9? (bang, bang)
Tell him to go Primark and get him a tracky
Pay with cash and glide (go glide)
If you done get caught on camera
Burn that tracky with a fire light
Then go get you a new one
Go do the same every Friday night (on Friday)
I just rock and roll with mine (mine)
None of my bredrin's died (they ain't)
But two of the opps been - this year
So we celebratin' right (get packed)
Free all the mandem hotel livin' they'll soon be out online (free)
On sight for anyone screamin' -
Fuck that American shit, go ride
I've been doin' up Ritz on a weekly
Ever since I dropped Soul Is Mine
Why you think that we're still outside? (We're here)
Shaitan on my left, and God on my right
And I haven't been alright for time
So you do the maths (go do that)
If you slip, and I get that DNA on my blade
You're next in line (splash, splash)
I want your spirit, I want that soul
FIFA Street when I step on blocks
I'm looking to score me illegal goals (whoosh, whoosh)
In fact, I want me a hat trick
I wanna consume some souls in bulk (your soul in mine)
Juju beats on the ends
But I'm protected anywhere I go (6, 6, 6)
Listen, you ain't no bad man, you're just a makeup artist
And I don't mean makeup girls
I mean, you're just a fake gay bastard (bastard)
It don't matter what my man says anymore
Clearly, it's all garbage (clown)
Fuck a car drive, we don't drive by
We just ten toe, pop, bang at your marjs
Last time man did a Plugged In
I had to wash gang in the title (wash)
This time, it's NR, No Remorse
You best take that in cah it's vital
I done way too much for too many man
That snaked me and called me psycho (snake)
But it is what it is, it don't matter now
Cah we run this ting, and that's live-o
If I back this shank or shit on the ends
So it's all due to turn a man rotten (splash, splash)
I got more than a cheeky dots in the ends
There's corpse that'll make man forgotten
From when I went deep in the woods
And my ones them pray that I stepped out different
What you know about voodoo livin'?
Praise the Shaitan and keep on sinnin' (6, 6, 6, 6)
(Fumez The Engineer)
Plugged In, Lucky Luc'
Shout out Fumez The Engineer
Ay, listen (luc', luc', luc')
What you know about teachin' a young G
How to pop, bang with a loaded .9? (bang, bang)
Tell him to go Primark and get him a tracky
Pay with cash and glide (go glide)
If you done get caught on camera
Burn that tracky with a fire light
Then go get you a new one
Go do the same every Friday night (on Friday)
I just rock and roll with mine (mine)
None of my bredrin's died (they ain't)
But two of the opps been - this year
So we celebratin' right (get packed)
Free all the mandem hotel livin' they'll soon be out online (free)
On sight for anyone screamin' -
Fuck that American shit, go ride
I've been doin' up Ritz on a weekly
Ever since I dropped Soul Is Mine
Why you think that we're still outside? (We're here)
Shaitan on my left, and God on my right
And I haven't been alright for time
So you do the maths (go do that)
If you slip, and I get that DNA on my blade
You're next in line (splash, splash)
I want your spirit, I want that soul
FIFA Street when I step on blocks
I'm looking to score me illegal goals (whoosh, whoosh)
In fact, I want me a hat trick
I wanna consume some souls in bulk (your soul in mine)
Juju beats on the ends
But I'm protected anywhere I go (6, 6, 6)
Listen, you ain't no bad man, you're just a makeup artist
And I don't mean makeup girls
I mean, you're just a fake gay bastard (bastard)
It don't matter what my man says anymore
Clearly, it's all garbage (clown)
Fuck a car drive, we don't drive by
We just ten toe, pop, bang at your marjs
Last time man did a Plugged In
I had to wash gang in the title (wash)
This time, it's NR, No Remorse
You best take that in cah it's vital
I done way too much for too many man
That snaked me and called me psycho (snake)
But it is what it is, it don't matter now
Cah we run this ting, and that's live-o
If I back this shank or shit on the ends
So it's all due to turn a man rotten (splash, splash)
I got more than a cheeky dots in the ends
There's corpse that'll make man forgotten
From when I went deep in the woods
And my ones them pray that I stepped out different
What you know about voodoo livin'?
Praise the Shaitan and keep on sinnin' (6, 6, 6, 6)
(Fumez The Engineer)
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Writer(s): Fumez The Engineer Fumez The Engineer, Carlos Custardoy, Sd Sd
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