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3 smrs str8 - lucki, rylo rodriguez & 42 dugg lyrics

[intro: lucki]
ayy, ayy
ayy
ayy, ayy
i’on need n0body, i would rather make–, ha*ha
you know that part already
i just gotta keep tellin’ n*ggas, ’cause we all do drugs, we be forgettin’ sh*t
ayy, ayy (oth*llo on the beat)

[verse 1: lucki]
i’on need n0body, i would rather make nothin’ outta nothin’
i been rich for my third straight summer
make a wraith burn rubber, goin’ speeds we ain’t even know it coulda’

weak n*gga let a b*tch, make him go against his brothers
spent thirty*three hundred on a plain black hoodie
i’m sick of this, uh, huh, ayy
it’s the sh*t that come with the sh*t
got in trouble for that hoe, i had fun with that b*tch
i be treatin’ you like a family, but it’s blood in this sh*t
have you slimed? have you snakеd out your cousin and sh*t?
choose blood over water, don’t pour lеan in the mix

[verse 2: rylo rodriguez & 42 dugg]
hold on, i don’t play no games, need to cut it, stop it
if i was, she know to twist it, pull it, bop it
in three days, i done poured like nine treys, f*ck tekashi
if i deactivate my ‘gram, this sh*t’ll p*ss off n*ggas’ stylists
they locked twin over servin’ an informant, i got the crew ready
these n*ggas catchin’ db’s ju’ like kool*aid
“how much for the pint?”, you keep on tellin’ me what you paid
“i’m just tryna beat around the bush”, this ain’t charade
i ain’t never got a hoe a purse and i ain’t hit
sosa, he a dropout plug, dealin’ high grade
oversized cap, the cropped tee look like it ain’t fit
free the bros, i’ma die real, how i ain’t sh*t?
she want me to buy her a ap, but not on my watch
she a van cleef junkie, buy her more, she’ll prolly od (phew)
a b*tch come play with me twice, we was in ot
[verse 3: 42 dugg]
love ain’t really love if you ain’t willin’ to die
put my dreams to the side, and i’m livin’ ’em now
finally squashed sh*t with the fives, k!llin’ ’em now
ask a n*gga from the bottom, do he remember the top?
my momma told me not to trust a b*tch
got us the one who they ain’t f*ckin’ with
feel bad, gettin’ too much with the sucker sh*t, ride, ride
windows down, pistol out, pint on me
just blew like fifty thou’, that was light, homie
come sneak the pistol now, i got a knife on me
stab me in my back, do it
bankroll on me, all blue*ish
been tryna keep it kosher like i’m jewish
i’on f*ck with n*ggas or they music
quit on tellin’ b*tches that we got into it, and you ain’t did, stupid

- lucki rylo rodriguez 42 dugg lyrics

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