Lucky Man

Hoodie Allen

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    Take a sip of my drink fuckin' take the bottle
    Dated grad school chicks and I've dated models
    I'm a lucky man maybe I should play the lotto
    But they don't, they don't, they don't wanna swallow their pride
    I ain't tryin' to go home that's the fuckin' motto
    And I don't wanna fall in love with another model
    So baby what you got inside yo water bottle
    But they don't, they don't, they don't wanna ruin the surprise

    Yeah, so now she wanna hear my new song
    I give it to her right before I put my moves on
    I'm in that two door coupe me and Scuphion
    Tell 'em I don't even need a deal like group on
    Cause all she ever wanted was that real shit
    I'm 5'9 but I'm feeling like I'm real big
    On top of the clouds on the buildings
    Cut a little class cause my life is like a field trip
    Where we stayin' tonight? Am I playing it right?
    And can I knock it out of the park like late in the 9th
    Cause everyone in the crowd loves a comeback
    So name a city that I'm in and I run that
    It's all trickery play the hickory dickery
    Every chick that be into me trying to Jeremy Lin with me
    I pull him off the bench, I give them all a shot
    One minute they on a roll, the next minute they not

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    I been up, like two and a half days
    Homie we All American U to the SA
    My family call me Hoodie we cool with the last name
    I be takin' down my enemy, shoot 'em like Max Payne
    Playin' video games, no lana del rey
    I met a chick with big lips and I want her to stay
    But most of the pretty women in here are missing their hearts
    They be lookin' for world peace by they end up with Art
    Testing, testing, one, two, three heres the microphone
    I kick it with the Hoodie Mob, and now I feel like Al Capone
    But you the biggest drama queen, fine you won the trophy
    Cause the only time you like the wine is on the pony
    I hit the gold mine, I'm trying to hoard this
    If she looks like Halle Berry I'll give her that swordfish
    And we drinkin' till these women be hittin' the floor bitch
    But I'm nicer in the morning I hit the florist

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