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2012 shit - lucki lyrics

[verse 1: rooski+(lucki)]
you goin to find me
yeah yeah
(i’m on 48th right now homie)
that pack, it’s smoked boy, it’s dead
(?)
you got that pack i’m plottin’ snatchin’ that
(i’m snatchin that)
aye aye
i’m violent dunkin, boy i shaq attack
(shaq attack)
aye aye aye
preme draws, she gone take it off
(she gone take them off)
aye aye aye
my babies gone, they all in her mouth
aye
(in her mouth)
kid k!ller, kid k!ller, that b-tch a kid k!ller
aye aye
y3 pink on, feel like cam k!lla
(dipseeeet)
that’s not my mans, i said f-ckin’ get him
aye ha
you think you flexin boy
(what are you even flexin what you got that [?] and obey bro what the f-ck)
yeah (x9)
aye, you snoozin’ on them xans, you walking dead
(you walking dead tryna be like bossyy tryna pop xans)
aye aye aye
you got the paper, i might get you there
aye aye aye
i know this thotty wanna hold my hand
(lovey doveyy)
aye aye
i f-ck her good, then tell her get on mans
(i’m a sh-tbag!)
aye aye
off white chevy, cruisin’ through the goat
(sawbuuuck)
oh oh oh
you gotta o, skrrt
you gotta go
(stain gaaang)
aye aye aye
she say she miss me too, but i’m a ghost
(i’m a ghost i’m a ghost)
aye aye aye
i’m a sh-tbag, b-tch
i come and go
(come back)
aye aye aye
you a yes man and i’m son of sam
(i’m son of sam)
aye aye aye
i know you p-ssy, you might call the feds
(you might call the feds)
aye aye aye
i heard you snitchin’ boy
yeah (x4)

[verse 2: lucki]
ya, i heard he robbed me, i’m like, “yeah?”
this for them rumors, i’m up at his crib
stopped being free, i’m off what oj did
yeah (x4)
that b-tch fake textin’ boy, she sneakin’ pics
aye
couldn’t get a feature, so he made a diss
little do he know the son of sam in love with sin
aye, perc 10, pop ten
man i gotta chill
(i gotta problem)
don’t know, four four, looking for a vic
oh no, she’s a goner, favin’ all my pics
think he bro, he’s a goner, we need all of it
(we need all of that)
crybaby diva, get her gone, i’m donovan
aye yeah
i heard they want the dash
(they want the dash, they want the dash?)
you gotta catch the dash
24/7, 4800
you know how we *bomin’*
yeah, yeah

- lucki lyrics

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