Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Try Your Luck (Intro), artist - Saucy Santana. Date of issue: 28.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Try Your Luck (Intro) |
| Straight off the ripper |
| Y’all hoes wanna diss, now I’ma show you a killer |
| Stop ho, you can’t stop my shine |
| Pussy ho, you can’t stop my grind |
| I push the pen, you can’t take what’s mine |
| I lead the pack, bitch, stay in line |
| I’m on your ass and you can’t take that |
| You ain’t mad at me, you mad at my glow up, ho, just say that |
| Now let’s get down to business |
| Don’t have no broke niggas at the top of your hit list |
| Shift the gears on the dick |
| Got us in control of the stick |
| The same hatin' hoes say, «Can I get a pic sis?» |
| Well I’m the boogie man, I got a trick for your trick bitch |
| Duck, I’m at the top of the food chain |
| I took off on you hoes and I started a new lane |
| Yup, I got your man, he my boo thing |
| EA Sports, bitch, it’s all in the game |
| You silly hoes really think I want fame |
| Well it’s taxes, I came to claim |
| Stop makin' fake pages |
| hoes always actin' like they mean |
| Stop makin' fake beef |
| A bitch like me wanna take it to the streets (Hoo) |
| I was, now I’m up |
| From the top, lookin' down, look like you stuck |
| I’m in my bag for real, bitch, run it up |
| Lotta lyin' tough, yeah |
| Really wit' the shits |
| A real gangster bitch |
| In the middle of the club like, «What's up?» |
| (Ha) |
| 'Bout my dollars bitch, call me «Money makin' mitch» |
| Think this a game? |
| Try your luck |
| If you can’t maintain, stay in your motherfuckin' lane |
| Don’t hate hate the player, hate the game, bitch |
| I went from rags to riches |
| Some friends done changed up |
| Congrats to disses because I came up |
| Got my hater blockers on, it’s tunnel vision |
| If you can’t beat 'em, join 'em, better make your decision |
| Let me clear this air, I can’t sit through the smoke |
| Fame made me a savage, let me show you cutthroat |
| , a page full of comments |
| But it don’t phase me, it ain’t makin' no commas |
| I want a D in dividends, not a D in drama |
| But if we gotta take it there, trust it’s gon' be trauma |
| Traumatizing for you |
| You think you know my story but you ain’t got a clue (Ah) |
| I changed the game, I’m on the rise |
| Try to go against me but they know I’m the vibe |
| Daddy up the road, see him when I’m 35 |
| Mama taught me how to hustle but had to fight to survive |
| Speakin' of 35, that nigga brought me the plug |
| How the gay boy on the block sellin' a purse full of drugs? |
| (Ah) |
| Yippie yi yo, yippie yi yi yay |
| Snatchin' control from you niggas, I am not here to play |
| New whip, new waist, tell a hatin' ass ho she can fall back |
| Bitch, I started this shit, better play your position |
| Gotta respect the game, gotta respect the transition |
| I’m still snatchin' your wigs, call me |
| Me and dollar bill on a billion dollar mission |
| Silly bitches wanna beef while I’m stackin' that cheese |
| Niggas beggin' me for mercy, talkin' 'bout, «Santana, please» |
| I see the comments, don’t play on my time |
| I had my nuts on you hoes but now time to drop (Woo) |
| Click your page, follow back |
| They wanna beef over beats, let me call up Tre Trax |
| It’s 2020, bitch |
| This ain’t no motherfuckin' game |
| Real gangster bitch |
| Really wit' the motherfuckin' shits |
| And I don’t do this shit for no motherfuckin' TV |
| This right here, this real reality |
| Yeah (Yeah), ha |