MAC MILLER lyrics : "Lucky Ass Bitch"
Ol' ratchet $$# (*##$
($#&@ me) tryna get your hustle on
Ain't no ^!$$% gunna pay your mutha$#&@in' bills, (*##$
Get your own %#@!, I don't give a $#&@, ho
Mac miller, tell these hoes what's up, man
[Verse 1: mac miller]
She sayin' $#&@ me, $#&@ 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' !@%!e lines off my dick, she ridin' on that train
She crushin' down that powder, I'm puffin' on this sour
Been $#&@in' her for hours and I still ain't got my nut
You $#&@in' 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 %#@! and run, he gon' see my $$#, go and get his gun
You a devil (*##$, let me tell you that, feel like I been to hell and back
You textin' me, addicted, you need me, you miss it
She crazy, she nasty, everyday she harass me
I'm $#&@in' her to sleep and then she pay for my taxi
God damn, the sun is comin' up
That's the last time that I'm gon' be $#&@in' with them drugs
Yup
[Hook]
She get a bunch of money, spend it all on drugs
Mobbin' with her (*##$es, never fall in love
Dumpin' out that yayo, sniffin' all it up
Go ahead and hate her, cause everybody does
God damn, that's a lucky $$# (*##$ x4
[Verse 2: mac miller]
She got money, drugs and freedom, blunts what she's cheefin'
She ain't got a job, but $#&@ it, she don't need one
Drive drunk, she swervin', tryna $#&@, she's certain
Run around and stumble down, hit her head, she hurtin'
Drunk as $#&@, sniffin' pills, wildin' out, tell the (*##$ to chill
Cup of syrup and a blunt of purp
Which one of my homie's gon' $#&@ her first?
She in love with drugs, that #~!!@ get licked up
Picked up, then dicked down, (*##$, tell me who rich now?
You $#&@in' with the most dope knuckleheads
Gettin' money, $#&@ the feds, yeah that stevie wonder bread
Ain't a rookie, uh, that (*##$ is famous, snookie
One thing I won't do, (what's that?) pay for #~!!@
[Hook]
[Verse 3: juicy j]
I'm trippy mane, looking for a trippy chick
That like to get $#&@ed up and do some trippy %#@!
Paper planes rolled up I call them trippy sticks
Weed, pills, and the drank (codeine)? she with it
Juicy got money and juicy got (*##$es
Smoking and drinking that charlie sheen living
Up in this (*##$ 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 (*##$ 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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