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lucky you (remix) - david dankwah lyrics

verse 1:
i’m on my way they all hit the floor i’m looking like andy
none of you rappers can faze me
ain’t no controller
y’all did not make me
i can just go and make records
ain’t no respect for ya’ll looking janky
this me not even trying
y’all made a monster
you need a plan b
this is what happens when you push my limits you sittin’ and trying to reroute it
they making jokes but i am not finished there ain’t nothing funny about it
i’m popping off i got flame
on my hands and i’m sitting and k!lling you doubters
i’m high on life but i’m p-ssing you stoners this stonefaced boy is cloudless
man you account this
cold stare
overused man i don’t care
you talking bout’ the beat
but you just probably sitting and ain’t going nowhere
people be looking scared
don’t understand like i’m speaking arabic
cause i got the nerve to say i’m arrogant
man you really an embarr-ssment
uh
let’s use comparative reasoning
ya’ll do not cook with no seasoning
i make these clothes like i’m needling
you make it close like you need to win
i changed my mind about needing
friends
now i’m just playing the beat again
like i do not know who to be again
except you what i need again
uh
yeah we writing til’ the sun up
you want smoke better run up
talking nonsense so i hung up
yeah we really on the come up
i know it’s generic but
i got so sad that i jumped off a terrace and changed my experience
it’s em vs clarence
but what do i cherish
but 24 carats in every sentence
dump on the curb
all of the words
this a future flow
still wrote a better verse
i’m the chauffeur
with the propane and the juice
so we start flame, but there’s no staining the coupe, in the lane with the loot, with the lames in pursuit, with their brains in a loop, cause we claiming the truth

hook:
i been a sinna
but every track to a hitta
(oh no)
god got me
now you see we been up
(here we go)

verse 2:
now it’s one god with my conquest
and i’m making hittaz like i’m john west and these people talking but they stay stressed
way too much on my chest, but i bench that like 5 reps
i repent
for the first set
i was only tied in a dark place
in my own my mind it gets worse yet
real life
what i’m bad at
i ain’t caring what you mad at
more lines like it’s abstract

this song originally surfaced on david dankwah’s instagram story on december 24th, 2018

- david dankwah lyrics

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