Singer: Veeze
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Song: Get Lucki
Veeze - Get Lucki Lyrics (LRC) (02:55-175-0-en) (PARTIAL PREVIEW)
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[00:12.10]We don't do content, shh
[00:13.80]Run it up times ten, shh (Yeah)
[00:15.20]I'm four pockets filled, pshh
[00:16.70]That bitch got bad lip fillers (You know that)
[00:18.40]Scuffs all on my brand new Ricks, I'm tryna make 'em feel vintage
[00:21.40]I'm with bro in Oakland city, these niggas scared of real trenches (Come on now)
[00:24.40]Yeah, he gang, but he ain't Ganger, I wouldn't split my pill with him (I wouldn't split my pill with him)
[00:27.40]These niggas dumb, they'll steal the steak, we was tryna make a meal with 'em (Tryna make a meal with 'em)
[00:30.50]If I call you twin, your opps my opps, I promise I'm gon spin with you (Swear to God)
[00:33.70]I hit that bitch, her bestie too, I fucked up they whole friendship (Fucked up they whole friendship)
[00:36.70]I'm throwing fours and pourin' fours, you know I can't be fucked with
[00:39.80]I hit the club through the special door, you ain't even know it opened (Ah)
[00:42.70]I went flat broke so many times, couldn't tell 'cause I ain't show it (Nah)
[00:45.90]I'm such a fucking rockstar, man, it's rips in all my clothing
[00:48.90]The gang that's tatted on me responsible for your dead homie
[00:52.10]These niggas good at internet thuggin', think they would tell on me (Think these niggas might snitch)
[00:55.10]I'm sittin' first class with dope in my bag, they sayin' I smell funny
[00:57.90]I'm killin' the game, it's all on camera, I need me a bail bondsman
[01:01.40]CBF dot W, my young niggas shakin' somethin' (My young niggas shakin' some')
[01:04.40]10k, that's play money, I'll buy your baby somethin' (We the biggest in the world, nigga)
[01:07.40]Buy pints, we drank junkies, 'bout to pour me an eight or somethin'
[01:10.60]I spread so many blue hundreds, look like I'm Neighborhood chucking
[01:13.80]Shit, I'll be back in the morning, nigga, just tell me how much you wanted (Just tell me how much you want)
[01:16.80]You know these bags is strong, you break, you buy, you bust it open (You want that what?)
[01:20.10]Think I need to hang up posters with a reward, my swag was stolen (Yeah)
[01:23.10]He wanted a split of good, I pulled up and served him half Oprah
[01:26.10]Stuff twenty thou' in skinny pants, I call that a Harriet Tubman (Frrt, beep)
[01:29.20]My bitches be mad when I hit that ho, no cap, 'cause she ain't nothin'
[01:32.30]I'm poppin' my shit like Baby 'cause this outfit thirty-six hundred (I'm poppin' my shit like Baby Money)
[01:35.40]I fall in the club with like so many killers, the bitches be scared to touch me (Ha)
[01:39.00]Give me some head, get lucky
[01:40.30]Give me some head, get lucky
[01:41.80]Give me some head, get lucky (Bitch)
[01:43.40]Give me some head, get lucky
[01:44.90]Bitch, give me some head, get lucky
[01:48.20]Give me some head, get lucky
[01:51.20]I want your friend, you buggin'
[01:52.50]Girl, ...........
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