Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lucky Ass Bitch, artist - Mac Miller. Date of issue: 25.03.2013
Song language: English
Lucky Ass Bitch |
| Ol’ratchet ass bitch |
| (Fuck me) tryna get your hustle on Ain’t no nigga gunna pay your muthafuckin’bills, bitch |
| Get your own shit, I don’t give a fuck, ho Mac miller, tell these hoes what’s up, man |
| She sayin’fuck me, fuck 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 fuckin’her for hours and I still ain’t got my nut |
| You fuckin’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 shit and run, he gon’see my ass, go and get his gun |
| You a devil bitch, 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 fuckin’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 fuckin’with them drugs |
| Yup |
| She get a bunch of money, spend it all on drugs |
| Mobbin’with her bitches, 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 ass bitch x4 |
| She got money, drugs and freedom, blunts what she’s cheefin' |
| She ain’t got a job, but fuck it, she don’t need one |
| Drive drunk, she swervin', tryna fuck, she’s certain |
| Run around and stumble down, hit her head, she hurtin' |
| Drunk as fuck, sniffin’pills, wildin’out, tell the bitch to chill |
| Cup of syrup and a blunt of purp |
| Which one of my homie’s gon’fuck her first? |
| She in love with drugs, that pussy get licked up Picked up, then dicked down, bitch, tell me who rich now? |
| You fuckin’with the most dope knuckleheads |
| Gettin’money, fuck the feds, yeah that stevie wonder bread |
| Ain’t a rookie, uh, that bitch is famous, snookie |
| One thing I won’t do, (what's that?) pay for pussy |
| I’m trippy mane, looking for a trippy chick |
| That like to get fucked up and do some trippy shit |
| Paper planes rolled up I call them trippy sticks |
| Weed, pills, and the drank (codeine) she with it Juicy got money and juicy got bitches |
| Smoking and drinking that charlie sheen living |
| Up in this bitch 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 bitch wired |
| All my hoes got money and they keep me higher |
| Then I line em’up for a menage-a-tois-er |