Lucky #ss b#tch Lyrics – Mac Miller
Singer: Mac Miller
Title: Lucky #ss b#tch
(Again and again, and again, and again, Do It Again!) Ol’ ratchet #ss b#tch
(f#ck me) I see you out there, tryna get your hustle on
Ain’t no n#gg# gunna pay your muthaf#ckin’ bills, b#tch
Pay your own sh#t, I don’t give a f#ck, ho
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 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 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 (Blam!)
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 ass, go and get his gun
You a devil b#tch, 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 f#ckin’ her to sleep and then she pay for my taxi
God damn, 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 yeyo, sniffin’ all it up
Go ahead and hate her, cause everybody does
God damn, that’s a lucky #ss b#tch X4
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#ss# get licked up
Picked up, then dicked 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, Snooki
One thing I won’t do, (what’s that?) pay for p#ss#
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
I’m trippy mane, lookin’ 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(coedine)– she with it
Juicy got money and juicy got b#tches
Smoking and drinking that Charlie Sheen liquor
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
Hell 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
[Hook]
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