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Uhh, whatLady |
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LuckDef Jam |
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Shutting the game down from the whip |
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To the tunnel |
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You in da club |
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YoBang this |
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What ya'll gonna do when we rush the door |
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Buy out the bar then rush the floor (niggas) |
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Touch ya whore, |
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I puff the raw |
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Push a 4, wrist gonna crush ya jaw |
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Don't trust a broad who rocking the |
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Timberlands |
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Criminal like |
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Eminem don't act feminine |
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But talk slick and six hit your women friends |
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Ball like |
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Wimbledon trucks like cinnamon |
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It's them again (who) |
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Niggas hotter then you |
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It's like cop car lights with my rocks in view |
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Pay homage to |
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Luck a.k.a |
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Chrissie Wallace |
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Chick about them dollars, be a queen like |
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HollisRockwilders, pop collars, glock hollers |
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At Any nigga out to stop ours |
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Cause we lug shots, mug shots, all at you blood clots |
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One spot, gunshots, get the body dem hot(Chorus) x2[A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck) |
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All my niggas and broads we rush the door (c'mon) |
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Grap your drinks and rush the floor (c'mon) |
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We keep it hot from wall to wall (c'mon) |
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From the front to the rear get it crunk in here (yo, yo, yo, yeah)[Lady Luck] |
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I came in the door, said it before |
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Luck getting drunk till |
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I fall to the floor |
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Come back for more, rock wall to wall |
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Ball till |
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I score, then out by the morn |
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How I dip and ride that whip |
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I driveOn |
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I-95 getting hed in the ride |
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Me and Root sipping |
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Gin and The |
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JuiceJewelry to loose, jeans hang over my boots |
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You keep think that you bullet proof |
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Till I put to your head give it a sunroof |
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Good God, my whole squad hard |
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And bank accounts is large |
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Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) |
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Stay in Phat |
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Farm and Sean |
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JohnChick shake yo ass like you want some cash |
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Nigga pump it fast like y |
