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no luck - alex musa lyrics

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[intro: m4c, tae hu$tle, alex musa]
hoodtown (hoodtown)
mob
mob
hoodtown (hoodtown)
hoodtown (hoodtown)
alex musa
mob
mob
hoodtown (hoodtown)
hoodtown (hoodtown)
mob
mob
hoodtown
hoodtown
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mob

[hook: tae hu$tle]
don’t test your luck, all this money a must and all i know is cash
you lookin’ for love, i’m just tryna f*ck, now that’s why shawty mad
i’m a dog, yeah, case closed cause we runnin’ through my bag
off the leash h*lla lit, ain’t got no time to chill and sh*t

[verse 1: tae hu$tle]
i need the millions, f*ck a hug
next up, yeah, the runners up
play with the mob, catch a sl*t
don’t play stupid, you know what’s up

[verse 2: catone]
you might just catch me on the news, spent $300 on some shoes now
pop out in the club, b*tches flockin’ by the twos now
she thought i would change for her, that was just her first mistake
smokin’ on that flamethrower, hit it watch it percolate

show about to show, whole squad gon’ f*ck it up
turn up like a rockstar, icy like a hockey puck
brody be a block star, you don’t wanna test your luck
223 up in them shelves, grab your homie better duck (duck)

[verse 3: m4c]
n*ggas smoked and i’m askin’ em, it’s the mob how we gassin’ em
think about it, got a n*gga named catone and he gassin’ sh*t
i carry a mask with it, them questions, not answerin’
yoza and tae hu$tle, m4c, catone and we spazzin’ sh*t

[verse 4: yoza]
i be vibin’, i be rockin
it’s the town, you know we mobbin’
htm, we straight get guala
htm, you don’t want problems
cause when we pull up, we be flexin’
shinin’ bright up on our necklace
for my b*tch, an all white lexus
for me, an all black tesla
hold up, this that trap town
we see you, you get smacked down
all shows, they packed, i show you ten just like a background

[hook: tae hu$tle]
don’t test your luck, all this money a must and all i know is cash
you lookin’ for love, i’m just tryna f*ck, now that’s why shawty mad
i’m a dog, yeah, case closed cause we runnin’ through my bag
off the leash h*lla lit, ain’t got no time to chill and sh*t

[verse 5: catone]
i say run it, run it up
walk through and they just gon’ notice me
pull up with that k!ll switch, body with that poetry
i be on my game, hoe, you ain’t gettin’ sh*t for free
htm the gang, hoe, sink or swim with all my gs

[verse 6: m4c]
body you n*ggas, i’m on to you like anatomy
got a matching glock 40, i call it christian academy
caught before i ever become a snitch, so i’d rather be
everybody got the drip, and in the p*ssy i’m paddlin’

[verse 7: yoza]
yeah, we paddlin’, paddlin’, in that p*ssy i’m drownin’
and got a d*ck so big ain’t no way she could handle it, on god
got that ass then i’m passin’ it, and now i’m drippin
and best believe i got the sauce like a mcchicken, yeah, i’m stuntin’
no ties and no losses like i’m a denver nugget
so pass the throne cause htm is on the up and comin’

[hook: tae hu$tle]
don’t test your luck, all this money a must and all i know is cash
you lookin’ for love, i’m just tryna f*ck, now that’s why shawty mad
i’m a dog, yeah, case closed cause we runnin’ through my bag
off the leash h*lla lit, ain’t got no time to chill and sh*t

mob

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