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LUCKI – Str8 Syrup (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
Icey, I’m so sick of you

I pour a four and it felt like-
I pour four and it felt like molly, I pour- huh, ayy
I pour four and it felt like molly
Drugs everyday, get paid when I’m sleep
Hm-hm, ayy, ayy, ayy

I pour a four and it felt like Molly
Drugs everyday, get paid when I’m sleep
Tell me you love me, you do or you not
Niggas be finished, got enough to do with me
I’m in your city with drank in the drought, she show it off ‘cause she got it from me

Pretty, I’m sure she gon’ figure it out
I cut you off, ain’t no hearin’ you
Out
He got the pints and you send ‘em in route
I quit the thirties, but doggin’ the lean
Just nothin’ said, but we been rich
Fly out, please get french tips
Family’ll kill you, but that’s what it’s ‘bout
I hate to fake it with money and bring it
Lean on lean on lean on guns
All grown up, but I want more drugs
More Wock’ some and it’s no more fun
Movin’ on E cause you runnin’ off love
I make the hippies feel safe with the thugs
Money for grabs, you questionin’ blood
They showed it off ‘cause they got it from-

I pour a four and it felt like Molly, I pour a four and it felt like Molly
I pour a four and it felt like- ayy
I pour a four and it felt like Molly, ayy, ayy

I pour a four and it felt like Molly
Drugs everyday, get paid when I’m sleep
Tell me you love me, you do or you not
Niggas be finished, got enough to do with me
I’m in your city with drank in the drought, she show it off ‘cause she got it from me

I pour a four and it felt like Molly, I pour a four and it felt like Molly
Swear to God, straight syrup

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LUCKI – Mubu (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
Intro
Me, I want what’s coming to me
Oh well, what’s comin’ to you, Tony?
The world, Chico
Ayy, okay
Uh, ayy
Okay
Uh, look

Chorus
My young niggas run Telegram
I’m up off sixty milligrams
I jus’ fucked but she been a fan
No two-hand touch, play kill a man
Real deal junkie, but a businessman
I sealed the deal with a seal in hand
I turnt her out to Chanel and Marni
I cash her out before saying I’m sorry
I took a lot but I feel it hardly, shit
Verse
Everything go my way
Ridin’ in the track like a date
Know I look sleepy, but I can’t stay
Look like he eatin’, but he in the way
Part of me wanna forget it and part of me wanna get you out the way
I got two hundred in jewelry and don’t got a pendant, I barely be wеarin’ a chain
My baby know how I’m livin’, she know how I’m gifted, she said I’m gon’ throw it away
Shе say she sick of the bag, she want somethin’ fast
She know that I’m finna’ ignore her
I took out sixty in cash, the bank teller be gettin’ mad because I ain’t order
He went from riches to rags
And I really can’t be sad, because I told ‘em
Bitch got an AP ‘cause I adore her
I jus’ bought it to shit on yours
I jus’ spent three hundred in like three weeks, and next week, I’m on tour
You could jus’ man up, band up, man up, band up
Young nigga, it’s your choice
You could jus’ man up, band up, man up, band up
Young nigga, it’s your choice
Huh, ayy
Ayy, ayy, uh

Chorus
My young niggas run Telegram
I’m up off sixty milligrams
I jus’ fucked but she been a fan
No two-hand touch, play kill a man
Real deal junkie, but a businessman
I sealed the deal with a seal in hand
I turnt’ her out to Chanel and Marni
I cash her out before saying I’m sorry
I took a lot but I feel it hardly, shit
Outro
You could jus’ man up, band up
Man up, band up
Young nigga, it’s just your choice
You could jus’ man up, band up
Man up, band up
Ayy, uh
My young niggas run Telegram, ayy, ayy
My young niggas run Telegram
I’m up off sixty milligrams
I jus’ fucked but she been a fan
No two-hand touch, play kill a man
Real deal— but a businessman
My young niggas run Telegram, huh
You could jus’ man up, band up
You know that EFG
That way, not the other way
Forever this way
Fuck everybody forever ever, it is what it is, ha
Yup
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LUCKI – Chrome Denim (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
Ayy, ayy (BrentRambo)
Nigga made so much pape’ off one lil’ thing
I’m still spilling’ drank, seven thousand dollar jeans
I’m prepared for the worst, but I’m living my dream
I tell the bitch she cursed, but we still got a thing
I’m still too geeked, say, “Slatt”, say, “Ski”
To go only I’on even know me, I like money, sex, codeine

I got karma from my homie, but she still say she know me
I burnt out a lot of shit, I turnt up a block bitch
Twenty K in all Hi-Tech, and that’s only ‘cause I’m rich
I want G lock drank galore, Chrome hoodie cost a chart
She too lit but I got bored, she got paid but broke her heart
AMG look better dark, mix up drank look like art
I’m on G6 like oola, that bitch glowin’ in the dark
I turnt up a block bitch, I turnt up a block bitch, I turnt up— uh, ayy

Nigga made so much pape’ off one lil’ thing
I’m still spilling’ drank, seven thousand dollar jeans
I’m prepared for the worst, but I’m living my dream
I tell the bitch she cursed but we still got a thing
I’m still too geeked, say, “Slatt”, say, “Ski”
To go only I’on even know me, I like money, sex, codeine
I’m still too geeked, say, “Slatt”, say, “Ski”
To go only I’on even know me, I like money, sex, codeine

Haha, sure-ski
Nigga made so much pape’ off one lil thing
I’m still spilling’ drank, seven thousand dollar jeans
I’m prepared for the worst, but I’m, ayy
I’m still too geeked, say, “Slatt”, say, “Ski”
To go only I’on even know me, I like money, sex, codeine
I’m still too geeked, say, “Slatt”, say, “Ski”
To go only I’on even know me, I like money, sex, codeine
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LUCKI – Karma A B*tch (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
Intro
(Bhristo, talk to ‘em slime)
Ayy

Chorus
I gotta show you the way, and I hated that you can just do it—
I gotta show you the way, and I hated that you can just do it yourself
I gotta spend way more time on that shit, that shit really just matter to me, ayy
I gotta fly to the city, the glitz and glamour ain’t good for my health
My mind on codeine and violence and I gotta balance but I’m gettin’ weak
Verse
I did her bad and I owe her, but give her a chance she’ll do it to me
I say karma a bitch, ain’t there yet, but you will
I don’t end up in the mix, I only drink syrup, she ask for a pill
I’m with some youngins from home, addicted to finessing, they say it’s a skill
I noddеd off in the Bentley, thе leather was soft enough, I didn’t feel it
Hundred K watch in the Hemi, it kinda fell off but I just like to hear it
Pretty girl made me a movie and my bitch don’t like it, so I just delete it
Maybach truck it’s as slow as me, geeked and paid I don’t get no sleep
Hundred racks, you see it my face, you got a sixty you might get a peek
Y’all look kinda cool, but you late, I’m with the mob, eat bloody steaks
You not, but you might as well be bait
Ayy, ayy

Chorus
I gotta show you the way, and I hated that you can just do it—, ayy, ayy
I gotta show you the way, and I hated that you can just do it yourself
I gotta spend way more time on that shit, that shit really just matter to me
I gotta fly to the city, the glitz and glamour ain’t good for my health
My mind on codeine and violence and I gotta balance but I’m gettin’ weak
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LUCKI – Purple Heart Ski (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
Intro
(Icey, I’m so sick of you)

Chorus
Ayy, ayy
Been too long, been too many cities
Been too— haha, ayy, ayy
Been too long, been too many cities
Loverboy at heart, but still hard on the ho
I’m a purple-hearted ski, four thousand a coat
You can get it like me, if you patient, you close
Verse
If she pretty, I’ll do it, but we takin’ it slow
I got locked in with the jewelers, used to steal from the store
Who tried to tell me I’m a star? I still owe ‘em for that
I’m still locked up with some niggas, probably holdin’ me back
You got rich in Night City, say you ain’t comin’ back
Ayy, racks, on racks, on racks, ayy
Racks, on racks, on racks, wake up with a Barbie
Say it like you mean it, but it was never for me
Gotta see it to believe it, I’m a visionary probably
Niggas finished, that’s a wrap, you know that’s a different story
Racks, on racks, on racks, ayy

Chorus
Been too long, been too many cities
Been too long, been too many cities
Loverboy at heart, but still hard on the ho
I’m a purple-hearted ski, four thousand a coat
You can get it like me, if you patient, you close
Ayy, been too long, been too many cities
Loverboy at heart, but still hard on the— haha, ayy
I’m a purple-hearted ski, four thousand a coat
No bap, nigga
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LUCKI – Super Ski (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
Intro
Ski, ski, ayy

Verse
Ayy, my bitch slimey too, and I made her that
You see fire when you get burnt ‘cause you play with that
I ain’t go broke in a minute but still feel like I made it back
Sixty-thousand, all fifties, she said, “It ain’t pink”
Hundred thousand, blue hunnids’ look like P.R.E
Freebandz, ninety-gram, fifteen-minute show
I got codeine whenever you see me like my theme song
We fell out and the shit my fault, that’s why you safe at home
Got too high, done missed my flight because that paper low
Bro got smoke and it ain’t my fight, I’m with him, right or wrong
She wanna be my bitch but my bitch wanna damn near leave me ‘lone
Top-ski, niggas not ski
Emo been duckin’ a fed case, Boogie been all in my head lately
Pretty girl been on my bad side, she tryna stay in the house now
I’m trynna pass my idol up, I’m a fan-favorite and the bad guy
Now you ski me, now you don’t
Ayy, I just bought somebody daughter, all my bitches super ski
Everything go Tune way, and he wasn’t in the mood today
I can tell out which a lie, only live the fast way
All my youngins super turnt, good way, bad way
Haha, ayy, ayy, ayy
Chorus
I love who I love, ayy, X out who I can’t, ayy
How you out of syrup? ‘Cause niggas in the way, ayy
I love who I love, ayy, X out who I can’t, ayy
Why you out of syrup? ‘Cause niggas in the way, ayy
I love who I love, ayy, X out who I can’t, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Post-Chorus
All my bitches— uh, ayy, ayy, ayy
All my bitches super ski, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy I just bought somebody daughter, all my bitches super ski
Ayy, ayy, ayy
My bitch slimey too, and I made her that
Haha, no bap, that way, love it that way, haha
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, all my bitches super ski
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