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Lucki Eck$( Lucki EckS )
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No Troubles
We don't need, No more troubles
I figure... drug money securing me.
Checking packs like security.
Keep it closed, ring of purity.
My protection plot.
I Pick their fate the way juries be.
Fade away how fake Jury be.
They white thin the way flurries be.
My connect send right.
Hush yo fuss.
I hit corners.
Like I be drifting.
Then I go make a mix for that bread selling Jiffy.
My connect a bitch, I want more packs, he say he'll get me.
He lucky i'oon fuckin rob'em but I'll wait til get me
Fuck it
Ain't no dealers out working these type of Rocks.
Act fine, then wrestle off that pack, I'm like The Rock.
Then I go dish a bit to them cool kids, Sir Mikey Rocks.
Counting cash until my fingers look weirder than Megan Fox's
With a raw cut, stashed in my dodge the law cut.
Passed With in a dark cut, located a few blocks up.
Not getting locked up, like companies, get my stocks up, then hit a few blocks up.
Changed me, like kissing frogs, um.
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I think the law tryna bump me.
But im proactive to dumbies.
You need some black cats to get bad at Lucki.
They luhh love me.
The clucks, they fucking adore me, me.
I get around like im touring.
Cause some places more controversial than Maury.
Lordy.
I think this money more precious than new borns.
It's lovely, you find me mixed in the green like croutons.
They ain't askin so i'oon tellem im servin, they fool on.
They wouldn't know until I tell'em I got it, I'm Ru Paul.
Ooh Dawg, i ditched, im block roaming.
& you the type to get yo family in trouble, Nico & Roman.
You know I'm moving cheap packs through the hood, you called me Roman.
& You'll sit & watch a pack fill up, like you blood doning.
They tryna kill me for white girl, I feel like Emmit.
No disrespect, just the only realway I thought they'd get.
Get it?.
Eeerka, eeerka (dj scratch) mix a lil sum innit.
Shit, if Greg was here he'd prolly say I'm so innit.
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