Songtexte LoW oN Some LUCK - MANi$H

U low on some luck, WhaT!
Low on some luck, The fuK!
U low on some luck, WhaT!
Low on some luck, The fuK!
U suck, I don't give a fuk
Just because u low on some luck
Doesn't mean u can't get smacked
Like a hockey puck
U low on some luck, WhaT!
Low on some luck, The fuK!

Joint u low on some Luck
The Big D!ck Diggety-Duck
Slipping in & out yo Giggety-Guts
Givin u a Figgety-Fuk
Not a 50 Fuk, This 100
Call me the Young Biggety-Buk
Butfukin the game Gettin my MF Diddy up
My figure of speech is way beyond yo MF reach
My game comes MF Organically
Urs came right next to them MF Dixie Cups
Sniffin' pixie dust Lookin 4 a Piggety-Pick-Me-uP
Sittin' in disgust Got me standing like a clean azz 64
With no fukin rust, hittin' switches uP
On them Bytches makin' Bytches
Swiggety-Switch it uP
We puttin Riggety-Riches uP
Sewing uP The Game
U can call it Stiggety-Stichin' uP
Shigetty-Shut-The-Fuk-uP!
I'm rippin ur MF Extensions up
Syphoning ur bloodline
Makin u put ur fukin pretensions uP
Put ur mentions uP
Push ur pensions uP
Put the suspensions uP
Ur apprehensions what got me
Filling these conventions uP
Unconventionally getting ur MF attentions uP
What the Fuk Chuck? Zoomin' it uP like Nike
Just Don't lose the identity
Make sure 2 Push my investments uP

U low on some luck, WhaT!
Low on some luck, The fuK!
U low on some luck, WhaT!
Low on some luck, The fuK!
U suck, I don't give a fuk
Just because u low on some luck
Doesn't mean u can't get smacked
Like a hockey puck
U low on some luck, WhaT!
Low on some luck, The fuK!

It's easy 2 fukin buss a Bytch
Just cause I ain't doin it
Doesn't mean I ain't capable
Of makin yo Bytch buss
If that's my aim Bytch
Call me Bussa Buss, The Bytch Bussa
Bustin yo Bytch in the back of the bus
After that, let her bust my Bytch
Yeah right, more like make her bust
On that Bytch face Fuk u thought
Talk that talk, Walk that Walk
That's what it was in the 1st place
Might fuk wit 3rd Base
But we keepin' home tight
While u hoes perc'n with the gas face
Ass face, u in last place
While I'm bangin yo Bytch
In some MF glass place, With some glass plates
Hittin stop clocks, Bustin' road blocks
Throwin' her ass forward like she in The Last Race
We a TEAM & ur conflicted ways Gotchu battling
Witcha homeboy's ass taste, Man up 2 the fact
That a Mac kill Windows in any innuendo
This OG, not pretendo!
This only seems complicated, cause u so simple
U think the one dominating is the one witta pistol
Well I gotchu now, Spittin at you like u some gristle
Hoping 2 God That u copy this style!

U low on some luck, WhaT!
Low on some luck, The fuK!
U low on some luck, WhaT!
Low on some luck, The fuK!
U suck, I don't give a fuk
Just because u low on some luck
Doesn't mean u can't get smacked
Like a hockey puck
U low on some luck, WhaT!
Low on some luck, The fuK!