Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Out Of Luck, artist - Lil Tecca. Album song We Love You Tecca, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Galactic Records;
Song language: English
Out Of Luck |
My life a movie the way they be acting |
She say that she like all my ad-libs |
This life I gotta appreciate |
Remember the time I ain’t have this |
But when they see me in a mansion |
Tell me that they proud and they clapping |
AR, I had to demonstrate |
Honestly‚ I’m really just rapping |
On my 'Gram‚ I got fans and they love me |
On my 'Gram‚ I got haters, they hate me |
They say that «This nigga a fucking nerd» |
Wonder why they seeing me lately |
Wonder why they bitch wanna date me |
Wonder why they cannot escape me |
Wonder why some goofy nigga on the internet richer than them with brace teeth |
Don’t fuck with you, I’m gon' fuck it up |
Getting records‚ I fuck with my bucks |
Say you want me, then you out of luck |
Baby girl, you out of luck |
Anti-social‚ never done the club |
Now your ho invite me to the club |
But you’re sexy, don’t want to try me |
Girl, nah, that ain’t enough |
Can’t fuck with you, I’m gon' fuck it up |
Getting records, I fuck with my bucks |
Say you want me, then you out of luck |
Baby girl, you out of luck |
Anti-social, never done the club |
Now your ho invite me to the club |
But you’re sexy, don’t want to try me |
Girl, nah, that ain’t enough |
Swear, life change quick |
Some niggas gotta keep that blick |
Can’t control if you broke or born rich |
If you wanna situation, nigga, deal with it |
Ha, bitch, you ain’t made that clear |
Nigga, see Lil' Tecca on the screen and click |
Rewind a few times on the flow real quick |
Finnessin' nigga, I was known for this |
You immature and I’m grown with it |
But it’s Young Nigga World, kids so with it |
Niggas will accuse you, I know |
Just so they close when you blowin' shit |
They gon' gas you up regardless, don’t care |
Trust, fuck your opinion, don’t care what you hear |
It’s Bape boy, it’s BB Simons on my gear |
Your bitch spittin' game on me, hit from the rear |
Me goin' broke, in God what I fear |
Thank God she bless me, nigga, no luck |
And I’m on my grind like some muhfuckin' trucks |
I got the sauce, you can’t touch, no |
My life a movie the way they be acting |
She say that she like all my ad-libs |
This life I gotta appreciate |
Remember the time I ain’t have this |
But when they see me in a mansion |
Tell me that they proud and they clapping |
AR, I had to demonstrate |
Honestly, I’m really just rapping |
On my 'Gram, I got fans and they love me |
On my 'Gram, I got haters, they hate me |
They say that «This nigga a fucking nerd» |
Wonder why they seeing me lately |
Wonder why they bitch wanna date me |
Wonder why they cannot escape me |
Wonder why some goofy nigga on the internet richer than them with brace teeth |
Don’t fuck with you, I’m gon' fuck it up |
Getting records, I fuck with my bucks |
Say you want me, then you out of luck |
Baby girl, you out of luck |
Anti-social, never done the club |
Now your ho invite me to the club |
But you’re sexy, don’t want to try me |
Girl, nah, that ain’t enough |
Can’t fuck with you, I’m gon' fuck it up |
Getting records, I fuck with my bucks |
Say you want me, then you out of luck |
Baby girl, you out of luck |
Anti-social, never done the club |
Now your ho invite me to the club |
But you’re sexy, don’t want to try me |
Girl, nah, that ain’t enough |