Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck Luck, artist - Tim North. Date of issue: 26.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fuck Luck |
| Pulled up |
| Like I’m cruisin' in a 'lac |
| And the crew’s all in the back |
| Like some crude oil |
| Slick talkin' |
| And everybody trying to ask |
| What’s the motion, where we been goin' |
| One thing you know, this city been goin' |
| And we keep it bumpin' 'til the morning |
| All that money is the motive |
| Everybody trying to roll with |
| Once the plan got put in motion |
| Where was ya’ll with that devotion |
| When I’d |
| Throw a verse in the trash |
| Now I’m like a pro, first round with the draft |
| Now I’m bout to go, see my spot up on the map |
| One thing about the numbers; |
| there’s no fuckin' with the math |
| Man, I’m trying to be |
| Really on that |
| Anybody comin w me puttin in a hundred fifty |
| Get a million back |
| Yeah im tryna be |
| Cool calm and collected w the connection |
| This ain’t no clique |
| Boy that’s a collective |
| Thats the objective |
| More than objects, yea you feelin me? |
| So they pay up |
| Now everywhere I go they telling me to «stay up» |
| I’m seein every homie from round the way on the way up |
| Packin light up on the move |
| Still im heavy in the weigh up |
| Yeah heavy w the weight |
| Heard what I say |
| Seen em all lace up the kicks just run their mouth |
| Never set foot in the game |
| (hook) |
| Im just getting that work up |
| I Ain’t feeling too stress |
| Everybody trying to chirp now |
| Like they got next |
| Shit |
| I wish you the best |
| I really mean it |
| I wish you the best |
| I really mean it |
| Cause I been keeping my head down |
| Ain’t feelin too stress |
| I heard you got next now |
| Shit |
| I wish you the best |
| I really mean it |
| Yeah I really mean it |
| Cause I know yall need it |
| Look like yall need it |
| While I’m yellin out |
| Fuck luck |
| Fuck luck |
| Something I ain’t never needed much of |
| And anybody trying to see me |
| What’s up |
| Fuck w me u best believe the team will throw they gloves off |
| Right here, right now |
| Oh i guess you ain’t with that style |
| Oh i guess you ain’t live downtown |
| Still you trying to come get that sound |
| Oh |
| I get it now, all the shit that I grew up with |
| Never used to be a, part of the subject |
| Now the youths in my town about to run shit |
| Make a move and everybody trying to run with |
| Shit |
| Still we on first |
| Never leavin the paper, im so cursive |
| Damn straight and if i hit the damn brakes |
| Know that its a hand brake |
| I stay ahead of the curves |
| Im swervin on a motherfucker i cannot love |
| That Im knowin that Im higher a-bove |
| Look em eye bruh Im calling that bluff |
| What you offerin that I ain’t already off of |
| Fuckboys never earning my trust |
| Bitches trying to get high off my buzz |
| Heard em sayin thats just a part of the game |
| Im the only playin sure nuff |
| (Hook) |