| Turning heads, still pimping, ha-ha, uh
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| Lucky Luciano, uh
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| You with your man, but still watching me
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| Now you, gonna make your man mess around and try to kill me
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| Cause I’m, gon do some things that’s never been done
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| I’m, gonna leave you sprung
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| (you gon be sprung when I leave, cause I’m still pimping)
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| Girl look me in my eyes, quit staring at my diamonds
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| Yeah I see you with your man, and you’re just waiting for the time
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| When you can come on over here, and give me your number on the low
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| So I can put it in my phone, and then hit you up at fo'
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| In the morning, have you in the Hotel moaning
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| I’m ordering room service in the morning, then I’m out
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| Tell him to pick you up, know I’m timminy tal’n bout
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| I’m about making loochie, staying draped with Gucci
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| Never paying for no coochie, never swanging in a Hooptie
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| It’s the candy slab rider, with a handy gat inside a
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| Glove box, you already be knowing that boy Lucky bust shots
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| Jackers running up, cause I’m the rapper coming up
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| Mad at the stack of money, I had up in the club
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| And how I took off with his girl, then I left her at the Telly
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| He had to go pick her up, now he really wanna kill me
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| He had to go and pick her up, so now he wanna kill me
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| If you gonna look, say something
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| Just because, my shine stay on bling
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| Lucky, I think these bitches be tripping
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| So tell em more, so you bitches better listen
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| Better listen up to little Luck, I’m tinted up in a trophy truck
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| Got purple stuff up in a cup, I’m glittered up with the princess cuts
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| Still sitting up on leather buck, getting big bucks off pimping sluts
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| I get it crunk and live it up, y’all boys ain’t ready for Lil' Luck
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| I left your girl sprung, with my name in her mouth
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| She was taking off her blouse, when she came to my house
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| Wasn’t no making out, I came to make her shop
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| It’s that Lucky Luciano, I ain’t saving y’all
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| Hold up Lucky, man I said it before
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| And I, don’t give a fuck about these bopping hoes
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| Cause uh, hit em up my celly cause they love to roam
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| Take em to the Telly, cause they man’s at home
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| (*moaning*) |