Biografia:
Nacido y criado en Atlanta, Georgia, YFN Lucci creció escuchando a gente como Tupac, Hot Boys, Ja Rule, Dipset, Lil ’Wayne y Fabolous.
Motivado por su hermano mayor y el rapero "K", YFN Lucci descubrió su propio talento musical a los 16 años y comenzó a desarrollar su juego de palabras. Un año más tarde, se conectó con el colega Johnny Atlanta, un artista de rap que animó a Lucci a tomar en serio su talento y entrar en el estudio.
YFN Lucci perfeccionó y desarrolló su sonido a lo largo de los años
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Outras músicas:
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Intro]
C#m F#m G#m A
C#m F#m G#m A
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
C#m F#m
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
C#m
Plus my wrist lit, hey
C#m
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
C#m
I'm a big pimp, yeah
C#m
I talk big shit, yeah
G#m
We got sticks bitch, yeah
G#m
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
C#m C#m
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
C#m
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
C#m G#m A C#m
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
C#m
I gotta move a clip, in this lil' uzi yeah
C#m
They like to talk a lot yeah, but we like to mute shit, yeah
C#m F#m
Pull up and shoot shit yeah, all on the roof and shit, yeah
C#m
Trap out the Ruth's Chris yeah, bust down your cuban, yeah
A F#m
Montana, some like Tony Montana
G#m
Whole lot of drums and bananas
C#m
I don't fuck with no rappers
C#m
I got love for my trappers, yeah
G#m E G#m
Reachin' for my chains see I know blood they gon' wack 'em yeah
C#m
New spot like the Falcons
F#m
New drop this the fast one
C#m G#m
Get some top in the Aston
C#m F#m
1.5 in cash, bruh
C#m F#m
Young fly nigga, they like, "He so handsome"
C#m F#m
I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
C#m F#m
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
C#m
Plus my wrist lit, hey
C#m
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
C#m
I'm a big pimp, yeah
C#m
I talk big shit, yeah
G#m
We got sticks bitch, yeah
G#m
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
C#m C#m
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
C#m
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
C#m G#m A C#m
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
[Verse 2: Offset]
C#m
My whole cup polluted (drank)
F#
Get in that pint and how you can
C#m
We take the fo from the groupies (woo)
C#m
I'm drippin', baby, excuse me (drip)
C#m
Whole lot of gang in here (gang)
C#m
Northside niggas, no names in here (Nawf)
C#m
Pinky ring crystal clear, 100k spent on a private Lear
C#m F#m
60k solitaire, I cannot vibe with queers
G#m E
I got the heart of a bear (huh)
F#m
Bustin' them down by the pair
C#m
Patek Philipe, it's rare
C#m
I'm smashin', pullin' her hair
G#m
Trap fashion, look what I wear
It's a ghost but do not be scared
C#m
It's a Wraith with stars in the ceiling, yeah
C3m
They go ape on them bars catch a body, yeah
C#m F#m G#m
Let my dick fill in her mouth like it's a cavity, yeah
C#m F#m G#m
Sippin' on codeine, floatin' with no gravity yeah
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
C#m F#m
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
C#m
Plus my wrist lit, hey
C#m
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
C#m
I'm a big pimp, yeah
C#m
I talk big shit, yeah
G#m
We got sticks bitch, yeah
G#m
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
C#m C#m
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
C#m
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
C#m G#m A C#m
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
C#m F#m G#m A
C#m F#m G#m A
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
C#m F#m
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
C#m
Plus my wrist lit, hey
C#m
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
C#m
I'm a big pimp, yeah
C#m
I talk big shit, yeah
G#m
We got sticks bitch, yeah
G#m
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
C#m C#m
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
C#m
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
C#m G#m A C#m
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
C#m
I gotta move a clip, in this lil' uzi yeah
C#m
They like to talk a lot yeah, but we like to mute shit, yeah
C#m F#m
Pull up and shoot shit yeah, all on the roof and shit, yeah
C#m
Trap out the Ruth's Chris yeah, bust down your cuban, yeah
A F#m
Montana, some like Tony Montana
G#m
Whole lot of drums and bananas
C#m
I don't fuck with no rappers
C#m
I got love for my trappers, yeah
G#m E G#m
Reachin' for my chains see I know blood they gon' wack 'em yeah
C#m
New spot like the Falcons
F#m
New drop this the fast one
C#m G#m
Get some top in the Aston
C#m F#m
1.5 in cash, bruh
C#m F#m
Young fly nigga, they like, "He so handsome"
C#m F#m
I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
C#m F#m
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
C#m
Plus my wrist lit, hey
C#m
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
C#m
I'm a big pimp, yeah
C#m
I talk big shit, yeah
G#m
We got sticks bitch, yeah
G#m
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
C#m C#m
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
C#m
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
C#m G#m A C#m
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
[Verse 2: Offset]
C#m
My whole cup polluted (drank)
F#
Get in that pint and how you can
C#m
We take the fo from the groupies (woo)
C#m
I'm drippin', baby, excuse me (drip)
C#m
Whole lot of gang in here (gang)
C#m
Northside niggas, no names in here (Nawf)
C#m
Pinky ring crystal clear, 100k spent on a private Lear
C#m F#m
60k solitaire, I cannot vibe with queers
G#m E
I got the heart of a bear (huh)
F#m
Bustin' them down by the pair
C#m
Patek Philipe, it's rare
C#m
I'm smashin', pullin' her hair
G#m
Trap fashion, look what I wear
It's a ghost but do not be scared
C#m
It's a Wraith with stars in the ceiling, yeah
C3m
They go ape on them bars catch a body, yeah
C#m F#m G#m
Let my dick fill in her mouth like it's a cavity, yeah
C#m F#m G#m
Sippin' on codeine, floatin' with no gravity yeah
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
C#m F#m
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
C#m
Plus my wrist lit, hey
C#m
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
C#m
I'm a big pimp, yeah
C#m
I talk big shit, yeah
G#m
We got sticks bitch, yeah
G#m
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
C#m C#m
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
C#m
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
C#m G#m A C#m
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
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