Out of Luck - sped up

I wish that I was your lover
But every time that I fuck up
I ran out of luck

I keep a hundred I never go lower
I was solo by myself

But she a no no
G without Polo

Disobey me you'll get beat with this belt

100 miles got police on my tail

Colors change up I'm discreet when I'm pale no I got
150's on a bail

She be tellin' me things that I don't wanna hear

Had a talk with my emotions
She said "I hate it when you fall in love"

Eye contact when we fuck
It is what it was she goin' too dumb
We kept exchangin' info on my new phone

I'ma do that shit I know that you won't
All my side bitches don't care what I do though

She the Bonnie to my Clyde she a shooter
I got like twenty things that I would do to her

Richard millie my wrist
200k

She seein' that I got too many riches
Tell me why you wanna lie to me when you know I got intuition?

Texting my phone with no distance
Doing that stupid shit caused you to fall

I blame it on you and your own volition



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Writer(s): Andry Martinez
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