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lu6ky! - ong lyrics

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[intro]
yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah
yeah
hey
hey
hey
hey
[verse 1]
that boy talking stuff
get hit up with that glock 9
and if he want the smoke
then that choppa gon’ leave him fried
imma hop off in that ghost
shawty’ i’m gone
leave me alone
finna’ turn up with my bros

[chorus]
ok, we gon’ stop him
ok, we gon’ pop him
ok, we gon’ rob him
hey
solved the problem
ok, gettin’ dollars’
ok, gettin gwuala’
making yo’ girl holler’ (laughs)

sipping on this wocky
yeah, it hurt my kidney
yeah, that glock
got a .50
and i’m ridin’ with an auto+semi
[bridge 1]
choppa make ‘em abuh’
rollin’ deep like the ku klux
g22, hit him in his lungs
hit him up in the dome and now he dumb

he say he got sticks
well then put it up on god
he say he makin’ bricks
well then put it up on god
i’m making all these hits
and i put that stuff on god

that boy he get hit with that c+h+o+p+p+a
that choppa
and i’m l+a+u+g+h+i+n+g
laughing to the bank like ha
and i’ll shoot him with the glock
if he talking on my m+a+m+a
mama

[bridge 2]
ok, sippin’ wock
makin’ my heart stop
i’m grabbing that g+lock (laughs)
my choppa suicidal
my choppa homicidal
i’m not jesus, but these boys my disciples
you a lame boy
tryna recycle
[chorus]
ok, we gon’ stop him
ok, we gon’ pop him
ok, we gon’ rob him
ha
solved the problem
ok, gettin’ dollars’
ok, gettin gwuala’
making yo’ girl holler’ (laughs)

sipping on this wocky
yeah, it hurt my kidney
yeah, that glock
got a .50
and i’m ridin’ with an auto+semi

[bridge 1]
choppa make ‘em abuh’
rollin’ deep like the ku klux
g22, hit him in his lungs
hit him up in the dome and now he dumb

he say he got sticks
well then put it up on god
he say he makin’ bricks
well then put it up on god
i’m making all these hits
and i put that stuff on god
that boy he on a shirt
sent him to the devil
and not god

- lu6ky lyrics

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