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LUCKI

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    Me, I want what's coming to me
    Oh well, what's comin' to you, tony?
    The world, chico
    Ayy, okay
    Uh, ayy
    Okay
    Uh, look

    My young niggas run telegram
    I'm up off sixty milligrams
    I jus' fucked but she been a fan
    No two-hand touch, play kill a man
    Real deal junkie, but a businessman
    I sealed the deal with a seal in hand
    I turnt her out to Chanel and marni
    I cash her out before saying I'm sorry
    I took a lot but I feel it hardly, shit

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    Everything go my way
    Ridin' in the track like a date
    Know I look sleepy, but I can't stay
    Look like he eatin', but he in the way
    Part of me wanna forget it and part of me wanna get you out the way
    I got two hundred in jewelry and don't got a pendant, I barely be wеarin' a chain
    My baby know how I'm livin', she know how I'm gifted, she said I'm gon' throw it away
    Shе say she sick of the bag, she want somethin' fast
    She know that I'm finna' ignore her
    I took out sixty in cash, the bank teller be gettin' mad because I ain't order
    He went from riches to rags
    And I really can't be sad, because I told 'em
    Bitch got an ap 'cause I adore her
    I jus' bought it to shit on yours
    I jus' spent three hundred in like three weeks, and next week, I'm on tour
    You could jus' man up, band up, man up, band up
    Young nigga, it's your choice
    You could jus' man up, band up, man up, band up
    Young nigga, it's your choice
    Huh, ayy
    Ayy, ayy, uh

    My young niggas run telegram
    I'm up off sixty milligrams
    I jus' fucked but she been a fan
    No two-hand touch, play kill a man
    Real deal junkie, but a businessman
    I sealed the deal with a seal in hand
    I turnt' her out to Chanel and marni
    I cash her out before saying I'm sorry
    I took a lot but I feel it hardly, shit

    You could jus' man up, band up
    Man up, band up
    Young nigga, it's just your choice
    You could jus' man up, band up
    Man up, band up
    Ayy, uh
    My young niggas run telegram, ayy, ayy
    My young niggas run telegram
    I'm up off sixty milligrams
    I jus' fucked but she been a fan
    No two-hand touch, play kill a man
    Real deal— but a businessman
    My young niggas run telegram, huh
    You could jus' man up, band up
    You know that efg
    That way, not the other way
    Forever this way
    Fuck everybody forever ever, it is what it is, ha
    Yup

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    Composición: Lucki, Thankyouwill, Kavi, Christopher Quillin, Nicola Kollar y Shanta Azalea Venkatesh

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