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Bad Luck
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Yeah, I'm crazy
I'm crazy enough to kill the both of you
Okay?
Do you love her? Do you? Do you?
Fake bitch, how dare you try and diss me, and try and kiss me, and say you miss me
Looking back, I really would've done things different
Baby, you're bad, bad, bad, you feel like bad, bad luck
I hope this pill it don't come from no burner
I pour this lean up, shit get sticky in my city with a blicky with me
And she gritty, a bit insecure, but she pretty to me, yeah
Baby, you're bad, bad luck, you feel like bad, bad luck
I hope this pill it don't come from no bad, bad luck
She said, "Seeing as you don't love me no more, should we just be done?"
She said, "Seeing as you don't love me no more, should I go my mum's?"
She said, "Seeing as you don't love me, and I'm not the one"
She said, "If you don't wanna hold me down, you gotta let me run"
She told me, "Ooh, 29, right there, I'm about to come"
Can't take dick good, but she'll die right here when I use my tongue
I've got a whole team full of savages that's gonna turn and run (grrah)
Tell me, what's the point in soldiers if they ain't gonna use their guns?
Fake bitch, how dare you try and diss me, and try and kiss me, and say you miss me
Looking back, I really would've done things different
Baby, you're bad, bad, bad, you feel like bad, bad luck
I hope this pill it don't come from no burner
I pour this lean up, shit get sticky in my city with a blicky with me
And she gritty, a bit insecure, but she pretty to me, yeah
Baby, you're bad, bad luck, you feel like bad, bad luck
I hope this pill it don't come from no bad, bad luck (yeah)
She said, "If you love me, why you always run?" (Why?)
My heart is covered in gold, baby, I'm one of them ones
And I pulled up covered in Chrome, baby, it's one of them ones
Been in the trap all week, just to look like Beez
Gotta shout out to all my sons
Panoramic on 23s, minions serving hella fiends
Fuck this Henny, I'm going lean
Fuck with a bitch, gotta let it be
She good from the side like gelatine
I saw everything, bitch, I ain't selling me
I think 800 loaves is ready, please
Fake bitch, how dare you try and diss me, and try and kiss me, and say you miss me
Looking back, I really would've done things different
Baby, you're bad, bad, bad, you feel like bad, bad luck
I hope this pill it don't come from no burner
I pour this lean up, shit get sticky in my city with a blicky with me
And she gritty, a bit insecure, but she pretty to me, yeah
Baby, you're bad, bad luck, you feel like bad, bad luck
I hope this pill it don't come from no bad, bad luck