Lucky Ass Bitch (feat. Juicy J)

(Again and again, and again, and again, do it again!) Ol' ratchet ass bitch
I see you out there, tryna get your hustle on
Ain't no nigga gonna pay your motherfuckin' bills, bitch
Pay your own shit, I don't give a fuck, hoe
Mac Miller, tell these hoes what's up, man

She sayin' fuck me, fuck 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 butt cheek, she give me head while I puff trees
I'm on drugs, she on drugs, her nose just got bloody
Sniffin' coke lines off my dick, she ridin' on that train
She crushin' down that powder, I'm puffin' on this Sour
Been fuckin' her for hours and I still ain't got my nut

You fuckin' with that molly, she ain't gon' let you bust (blam!)
Give me some while I hit the blunt, I'm in ya spirit, let me lift it up
If daddy come, get my shit and run, he gon' see my ass, go and get his gun
You a devil bitch, let me tell you that, feel like I been to hell and back
You textin' me, addicted, you need me, you miss it

She crazy, she nasty, everyday she harass me
I'm fuckin' her to sleep and then she pay for my taxi
Goddamn, the sun is comin' up
That's the last time that I'm gon' be fuckin' with them drugs, yup

She get a bunch of money (money), spend it all on drugs (drugs)
Mobbin' with her bitches (bitches), never fall in love (love)
Dumpin' out that yayo (yayo), sniffin' all it up (up)
Go ahead and hate her, 'cause everybody does
Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch)
Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch)
Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch)
Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch)

She got money, drugs and freedom (freedom)
Blunts is what she chiefin' (chiefin')
She ain't got a job, but fuck it, she don't need one (no)
Drive drunk, she swervin' (swervin')
Tryna fuck, she certain (Certain)
Run around and stumble down, hit her head, she hurtin'
Drunk as fuck, sniffin' pills, wildin' out, tell the bitch to chill

Cup of syrup and a blunt of purp
Which one of my homie's gon' fuck her first? (Woo)
She in love with drugs, that pussy get licked up
Picked up, then dicked down, bitch, tell me who rich now? (Rich now)
You fuckin' with the Most Dope knuckleheads
Gettin' money, fuck the feds, yeah, that Stevie Wonder bread (bread)
Ain't a rookie, uh, that bitch is famous, Snooki
One thing I won't do (what's that?), pay for pussy

She get a bunch of money (money), spend it all on drugs (drugs)
Mobbin' with her bitches (bitches), never fall in love (love)
Dumpin' out that yayo (yayo), sniffin' all it up (up)
Go ahead and hate her, 'cause everybody does
Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch)
Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch)
Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch)
Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch)

I'm trippy mane, lookin' for a trippy chick (trippy chick)
That like to get fucked up and do some trippy shit (mm-hmm)
Paper planes rolled up, I call 'em "trippy sticks" (mm-hmm)
Weed, pills, and the drank (codeine), she with it

Juicy got money and Juicy got bitches (yep)
Smokin' and drinkin' that Charlie Sheen liquor (yep)
Up in this bitch (yep), keep two hoes with me (yep)
Poppin' them superman pills getting freaky (they freaky)

I like double D's (uh-huh), she like double D's (bitch)
Shawty can't lose (bitch), she play on both teams (they goin')
Hell in her mouth (uh-huh), her becky fire (fire)
Molly, pills, orange juice got that bitch wired (she high)
All my hoes got money and they keep me higher (yessir)
Then I line 'em up for a ménage à trois-yer (let's go)

She get a bunch of money (money), spend it all on drugs (drugs)
Mobbin' with her bitches (bitches), never fall in love (love)
Dumpin' out that yayo (yayo), sniffin' all it up (up)
Go ahead and hate her, 'cause everybody does
Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch)
Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch)
Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch)
Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch)

Again and again and again and again
Trippy (do it again, do it again)
Some high-ass music, man
This shit got me fucked up right now
This music has got me in a trance
I'm stoned like a motherfucker, nigga
Two thousand and fifty, trippy shit
Yes, I am high, for the rest of my life
Was that good for you?
Was that good for you?
Was that good for you?



Credits
Writer(s): Gregory Allen Kurstin, Lexus Arnel Lewis, Inara Maryland George, Malcolm James Mccormick
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link