Lucky 7

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I get that bitch what she want
Yeah I know what she want

I get that bitch what she want
Yeah I know what she want

What you want from me
Tell me what you want from me

What you want from me
Tell me what you want from me

In the back I'm shooting threes
In the back I'm shooting threes

I'm chilling living comfortably
I'm chilling living comfortably

Who the fuck is you
Pull up on the crew
Got a new bitch
Yeah she lookin' brand new

I get that bitch what she want
Yeah I know what she want

I get that bitch what she want
Yeah I know what she want

She comin' over every night she my favorite
The way I'm spending all this money yeah they hate it
She thought I fell in love with her but she to basic
And I don't like going outside seeing these faces

If I woke up as you I would be mad
If I woke up as you I would get that bag
Could of been right here ya but you had your chance
You could have everything you want you just gotta ask

I want it new
You want it used
We ain't the same
My bitch brand new
Can't do what we do
Can't do what I do
Cheated on my bitch with a friend she had no clue



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Writer(s): Thomas French
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