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Count On Me 3 (Paused)
LUCKI
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Hey man, just...
Shit, and rocks in my jock but a nigga under age
So the cops couldn't do shit about it, hey
And niggas try and plot but I got a Master P
With some no limit shots by the body, right
My phone keep ringing, my phone keep ringing
I'm like "Yeah, yeah, what you need?"
Can't say it on the phone, gotta use code words
'Cause I can't get booked on re-trap house post office
I got it packed up, sacked up, soon all ready to be shipped
So just keep your nose snotty
All that tissue on the way, but until then man just sniff her jaw
Got questions off of them yappers
In that case I'm your study guide
Don't answer no questions for no copper
'Cause Lucky sure know how to die
And why you shopping around with them niggas
Like you don't even know where I'm at or something?
You know I'm posted up on that corner
Like I been waiting for a ride or something
I got this drug shit on lock
So pay me and get a combination
They hope this drug shit won't stop
So prune me and say that constipation, right
And spread the whole word, get the town on me
Thirty fifth cutie damn snout on me
She heard I got it and he heard I got it
Now they all know I got it, they can count on me
Spread the whole word, get the town on me
Thirty fifth cutie damn snout on me
She heard I got it and he heard I got it
Now they all know I got it, they can count on me
For the thirty last time, they can count on me
Shit, if you need that sack, baby girl you can count on me
Shit, if you need that thrash, my nigga you can count on me
Shit, if you need that, if you need that
If you need that, if you need that
Yeah, that one damn bitch had a fucking relapse
So deep, goddamn that's a shame
She called my phone talking 'bout she want the good luck
And I wished her the same, right
At least motherfuckers know I'm cooking up the good dope
I'm Lil B with the flame
She thought this type of dope would help her stand up
This ain't that type of game
And Lucky had to get around with things like that
Fourth quarter kick shit, range like that
Any new dealer taking right off my crack
But he fly another block and he pay me right back
Name another nigga dealing out drug cars
Colors on deck, boy I match them like Uno
Smart too quick to be looking at bars
Got clucks on the windows, mouth foaming like Cujo, uh
Mouth foaming like Cujo (Yeah, yeah)
Mouth foaming like Cujo (Yeah)
Clucks on the window, mouth foaming like Cujo (Yeah, yeah)
Mouth foaming like Cujo (Yeah)
Clucks on the window, mouth foaming like Cujo (Yeah, yeah)
Foaming like, uh
Clucks on the window, mouth foaming like Cujo (Yeah, yeah)
And spread the whole word, get the town on me
Thirty fifth cutie damn snout on me
She heard I got it and he heard I got it
Now they all know I got it, they can count on me
Spread the whole word, get the town on me
Thirty fifth cutie damn snout on me
She heard I got it and he heard I got it
Now they all know I got it, they can count on me
For the thirty last time, they can count on me
Shit, if you need that sack, baby girl you can count on me
Shit, if you need that thrash, my nigga you can count on me
Shit, if you need that, if you need that
If you need that, if you need that
Hey man, just...
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