| Helluva made this beat, baby
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| Yeah, yeah, ayy
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| Hmm, on gang, nigga, hmm
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| Just my luck you wasn’t ridin' with your strap
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| Hit my window, took that thing off my lap, let it ring on you
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| Had to treat him like an opp, he switched teams on me
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| Thought I didn’t see him but the AR had the beam on him
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| Auntie know I got that dope sack
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| And your bitch just left, got my soul snatched
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| Cold-hearted hotshot and you know that
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| I send one up top, nigga, no cap, ugh
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| Yeah, wet, woozy, whop him with the wally ahki
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| Did the Beamer, Benz, Masi', thinkin' Kawasaki
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| Ain’t no clouds in these rocks, just to clarify
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| Type of nigga blow a fifty on a pair of diamonds
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| Blood type VS1's, talkin' every diamond
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| It broke my heart to see that nigga woof and kill Diamond
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| Check the Rollie, perfect timing, couple minutes late
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| They don’t want the smoke, that’s something that you insinuate
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| That’s somethin' you indicatin', we can take it there
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| Right before I kicked the door I said a silent prayer
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| Bity of Sacramento mayor, ask the people
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| Prezi' faces in the duffle, that’s a bag of people
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| Murder rate goin' brazy, we end up blappin' people
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| Smoke Cook', bitch, I’m bool on your bag of Diesel
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| Been a fella way back when niggas had Evisus
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| On my mama, hittin' Sada 'bout them sama-llamas
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| Just my luck you wasn’t ridin' with your strap
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| Hit my window, took that thing off my lap, let it ring on you
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| Had to treat him like an opp, he switched teams on me
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| Thought I didn’t see him but the AR had the beam on him
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| Auntie know I got that dope sack
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| And your bitch just left, got my soul snatched
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| Cold-hearted hotshot and you know that
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| I send one up top, nigga, no cap, ugh
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| Ho, don’t talk to me 'bout shit you know you don’t deserve
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| Set up shop and be damn sold out 'fore I hit the curb
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| I mean a pistol out before I ever spoke a word
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| Drop a four and swing my door, call it a Skuba swerve
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| Book a nigga if he talkin', chopper send him his deposit
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| Pull up with my ahkis, me and Mozzy come with all the toppings
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| All my dreadheads real rastas, big H, Top Shotta
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| Push your shit back, release date, mixtape, gon' drop 'em
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| I just want a gun with a leg in it
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| Dawg been in the hole, he want a cell with a bed in it
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| Can’t talk for none' these bloods, all the mail got red in it
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| Ain’t in sneakin' in no phones, heard the 'Gram got the feds on it
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| I don’t want no bitch 'less her man got the bands on him
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| Mines cook dope, eat the dick, and put her friends on it
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| Hmm, disrespecting me, I raise up, put my hands on you
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| Pussy heaven, see, what you sight, you don’t stand on it, ugh
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| Just my luck you wasn’t ridin' with your strap
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| Hit my window, took that thing off my lap, let it ring on you
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| Had to treat him like an opp, he switched teams on me
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| Thought I didn’t see him but the AR had the beam on him
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| Auntie know I got that dope sack
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| And your bitch just left, got my soul snatched
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| Cold-hearted hotshot and you know that
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| I send one up top, nigga, no cap, ugh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Just My Luck , by - Mozzy. Song from the album Internal Affairs, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп