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lucki - rtf كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
b-tch i’m leanin’ how i’m trippin’ oh

[verse]
aye b-tch i’m leanin’ how i’m trippin’ aye
man ya’ll knew from back then bout’ my ego
b-tch i’m tebow, with this pistol, where yo regal
dirty brawler, take a bottle to the temple
b-tch i’m leanin’ how i’m trippin’ oh
aye tell me somethin’ b-tch i need to grip yo grip then ghost
law catch me buggin’ down the avenue, then check what’s in my shoe
all these cups up in these barracuda prp’s will do us
they gon’ rob me man, i dare ’em to, i bet he pick the truth
trust my b-tch she serve at every school
flakes gone, i sell some blue
ain’t really been myself but i know that guy, yeah he a high sometime
talk to much i left him in the car, i tried to f-ck right there
yeah i see that you a camera or flash caught by loyal faith
call yo -ss my tumblr centerfold this might just be my day
pills kicked in, wait where the nice guy now the b-tch ain’t pleasin’ me
not me eat a day, off this heny b-tch i’m interruptive
grab yo vma, designer taste prolly in my dna, get out my way

- lucki

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