Noir by K. Luci Lyrics
[Intro] (Donell Jones - "Where I Wanna Be")
Sweet little dee doo dee dee
I don't mean to hurt you, baby
Oh no, no...
[Verse - K. Luci]
Lurking online, subliminal hating
Almost all my social media pages
Then call me up asking for penetration
Shit that I deal with on day-to-day basis
These bitches is basic, my girl be complex
And my complex obsessive, 'cause she's my obsession
I hope you other niggas get the message
My girl ain't the one to mess with
Now here's some lessons to be learned
Life is full of twists and turns, live and learn through bridges burned
No protection gets you burned
And for your safety, don't trust the condom in her purse
I can't rap, are you absurd?
Are you a rapper, too, good sir?
You have no words to flip and serve?
Dudes like you get on my nerves
Pardon me, I should get back to this work
Imma work till my clothes are Gianni Versace
Bontoni and Marni, Bottega Giotti
Little hoe, I am Luci Balenci
The one and the only, can't nobody copy
I got a millionaire mindset, I jump in the function like, "Bitch, I'm designer"
All of my bitches designer, Cognac Visetos tattooed on vaginas
I'm butchering niggas, I'm cooling in Harwood, I feel like I'm Tommy Vercetti
This is that COD, BO3Smoke till I'm zombie, the trap house is bouncing like Betty
G-O-D-B-O-D-Y
I'm the best out of everybody in my city, no question
Cardioid microphone, my Smith & Wesson
These niggas cheeks, man, I feel like Job Jetson
I am not dressed in Versace, or Bape, or that Y-3, she still call me Papí
I say, "Yo quiero tú, mamí," he come to kid and she give up the sloppy
I had nicknamed her Athena
The way that she slob me, man, that shit is godly
I advise that you snatch up your daughter
She chillin' with us, tryna swallow the posse
Yo quero dinero, pendejo
You are an obstacle here on the road to the pesos
You should get out of my way, though
But not cause it's logical, just cause I motherfucking say so
Everything I fucking say goes, all I say is fucking fuego
With my mouth, I move Diego, in her mouth, she has my juevos
Fun to play with and to eat like it's edible Play-Doh
Ricky, Cert, and Pe$o, and Aramaic
I had to get up on my Arabics
My numbers, so sorry for vanishing
Now it's back to those collabs, imma damage em
And to all my competition
Imma get back to the ripping, just wait on it
And to all my future fans, three fucking years I've been with it, you're late on it
PureGXLD be the clique, 1NESE7EN and shit, you know that I stay on it
I'm getting to cream, I'm chasing my dreams while you hope and you pray on it
I tailored this beat, spent about an hour doing verses to lay on it
And I just killed it with fire, now play that shit back, hear the times that I flame on it
Sweet little dee doo dee dee
I don't mean to hurt you, baby
Oh no, no...
[Verse - K. Luci]
Lurking online, subliminal hating
Almost all my social media pages
Then call me up asking for penetration
Shit that I deal with on day-to-day basis
These bitches is basic, my girl be complex
And my complex obsessive, 'cause she's my obsession
I hope you other niggas get the message
My girl ain't the one to mess with
Now here's some lessons to be learned
Life is full of twists and turns, live and learn through bridges burned
No protection gets you burned
And for your safety, don't trust the condom in her purse
I can't rap, are you absurd?
Are you a rapper, too, good sir?
You have no words to flip and serve?
Dudes like you get on my nerves
Pardon me, I should get back to this work
Imma work till my clothes are Gianni Versace
Bontoni and Marni, Bottega Giotti
Little hoe, I am Luci Balenci
The one and the only, can't nobody copy
I got a millionaire mindset, I jump in the function like, "Bitch, I'm designer"
All of my bitches designer, Cognac Visetos tattooed on vaginas
I'm butchering niggas, I'm cooling in Harwood, I feel like I'm Tommy Vercetti
This is that COD, BO3Smoke till I'm zombie, the trap house is bouncing like Betty
G-O-D-B-O-D-Y
I'm the best out of everybody in my city, no question
Cardioid microphone, my Smith & Wesson
These niggas cheeks, man, I feel like Job Jetson
I am not dressed in Versace, or Bape, or that Y-3, she still call me Papí
I say, "Yo quiero tú, mamí," he come to kid and she give up the sloppy
I had nicknamed her Athena
The way that she slob me, man, that shit is godly
I advise that you snatch up your daughter
She chillin' with us, tryna swallow the posse
Yo quero dinero, pendejo
You are an obstacle here on the road to the pesos
You should get out of my way, though
But not cause it's logical, just cause I motherfucking say so
Everything I fucking say goes, all I say is fucking fuego
With my mouth, I move Diego, in her mouth, she has my juevos
Fun to play with and to eat like it's edible Play-Doh
Ricky, Cert, and Pe$o, and Aramaic
I had to get up on my Arabics
My numbers, so sorry for vanishing
Now it's back to those collabs, imma damage em
And to all my competition
Imma get back to the ripping, just wait on it
And to all my future fans, three fucking years I've been with it, you're late on it
PureGXLD be the clique, 1NESE7EN and shit, you know that I stay on it
I'm getting to cream, I'm chasing my dreams while you hope and you pray on it
I tailored this beat, spent about an hour doing verses to lay on it
And I just killed it with fire, now play that shit back, hear the times that I flame on it