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mac miller - lucky ass bitch lyrics

lucky -ss b-tch
(feat. juicy j)

[juicy j]
ol’ ratchet -ss b-tch
(f-ck me) tryna get your hustle on
ain’t no n-gg- gunna pay your m-th-f-ckin’ bills, b-tch
get your own sh-t, i don’t give a f-ck, ho
mac miller, tell these hoes what’s up, man

[verse 1: mac miller]
she sayin’ f-ck me, f-ck me, she like it rough and that’s rugby
i’m partyin’ where there’s drugs free, this life to live, it don’t come cheap
leave a hand print on her b-tt cheek, she give me head while i puff trees
i’m on drugs, she on drugs, her nose just got bl–dy
sniffin’ c-ke lines off my d-ck, she ridin’ on that train
she crushin’ down that powder, i’m puffin’ on this sour
been f-ckin’ her for hours and i still ain’t got my nut
you f-ckin’ with that molly, she ain’t gon’ let you bust
give me some while i hit the blunt, i’m in ya spirit, let me lift it up
if daddy come, get my sh-t and run, he gon’ see my -ss, go and get his gun
you a devil b-tch, let me tell you that, feel like i been to h-ll and back
you textin’ me, addicted, you need me, you miss it
she crazy, she nasty, everyday she har-ss me
i’m f-ckin’ her to sleep and then she pay for my taxi
god d-mn, the sun is comin’ up
that’s the last time that i’m gon’ be f-ckin’ with them drugs
yup

[hook]
she get a bunch of money, spend it all on drugs
mobbin’ with her b-tches, never fall in love
dumpin’ out that yayo, sniffin’ all it up
go ahead and hate her, cause everybody does

god d-mn, that’s a lucky -ss b-tch [x4]

[verse 2: mac miller]
she got money, drugs and freedom, blunts what she’s cheefin’
she ain’t got a job, but f-ck it, she don’t need one
drive drunk, she swervin’, tryna f-ck, she’s certain
run around and stumble down, hit her head, she hurtin’
drunk as f-ck, sniffin’ pills, wildin’ out, tell the b-tch to chill
cup of syrup and a blunt of purp
which one of my homie’s gon’ f-ck her first?
she in love with drugs, that p-ssy get licked up
picked up, then d-cked down, b-tch, tell me who rich now?
you f-ckin’ with the most dope knuckleheads
gettin’ money, f-ck the feds, yeah that stevie wonder bread
ain’t a rookie, uh, that b-tch is famous, snookie
one thing i won’t do, (what’s that?) pay for p-ssy

[hook]

[verse 3: juicy j]
i’m trippy mane, looking for a trippy chick
that like to get f-cked up and do some trippy sh-t
paper planes rolled up i call them trippy sticks
weed, pills, and the drank (codeine)— she with it
juicy got money and juicy got b-tches
smoking and drinking that charlie sheen living
up in this b-tch keep two hoes with me
poppin’ them superman pills getting freaky (they freaky)
i like double d’s, she like double d’s
shawty can’t lose, she play on both teams
h-ll in her mouth, her becky fire
molly pills, orange juice got the b-tch wired
all my hoes got money and they keep me higher
then i line em’ up for a menage-a-tois-er

[hook]

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