Текст песни Out of Luck ! (extended) - MOL$
Y'all
must
think
I'm
fuckin'
stupid,
chasing
something
make-believe
Shoot
my
shot
like
I
was
Cupid,
hoping
you
won't
take
your
lead
Gas
me
up
for
XY,
no
AB
or
maybe
Z
Fuck
sticking
to
one
genre,
y'all
can
spaz
and
y'all
can
fuckin'
leave
Pussy
boy,
you
need
it
going,
eat
your
fuckin'
broccoli
Jelly
pullin'
up,
we
makin'
hits,
we
make
a
fuckin'
scene
Damn
son,
if
you
got
the
balls
then
come
stand
up
to
me
Talking
shit,
you
getting
hit,
I'm
reloading
this
magazine
Open
out
the
trunk
and
grab
that
motherfucking
pu-pu-pump
Yo'
bitch
on
my
dick
and
she
giving
me
that
su-su-su-suck
Keep
on
pushin'
buttons
and
trust
me,
you
gon'
run
outta
luck
How
you
got
the
time
for
this,
lil'
bitch,
don't
you
have
calculus?
Open
out
the
trunk
and
grab
that
motherfucking
pu-pu-pump
Yo'
bitch
on
my
dick
and
she
giving
me
that
su-su-su-suck
Keep
on
pushin'
buttons
and
trust
me,
you
gon'
run
outta
luck
How
you
got
the
time
for
this,
lil'
bitch,
don't
you
have
calculus?
Why's
it
when
I
wake
up,
my
DM's
are
filled
with
pussy
bitches?
Steppin'
on
my
name,
you
lucky
that
you
left
with
minor
stitches
Beefing
with
me
halfway
in
the
coffin,
you
a
joke,
bitch
Back
when
I
had
nothin',
no
one
told
me
where
to
go,
shit
Tired
of
the
shitty
comments
tellin'
me
I'm
grown
'Cause
when
I
drop
a
song
they
like
It's
all
about
how
I'm
the
fuckin'
GOAT
If
I
gave
a
fuck
about
these
kids,
then
you
would
notice
it
Gotta
go,
the
chorus
comin'
up,
you
know
you
know
this
shit
Open
out
the
trunk
and
grab
that
motherfucking
pu-pu-pump
Yo'
bitch
on
my
dick
and
she
giving
me
that
su-su-su-suck
Keep
on
pushin'
buttons
and
trust
me,
you
gon'
run
outta
luck
How
you
got
the
time
for
this,
lil'
bitch,
don't
you
have
calculus?
Open
out
the
trunk
and
grab
that
motherfucking
pu-pu-pump
Yo'
bitch
on
my
dick
and
she
giving
me
that
su-su-su-suck
Keep
on
pushin'
buttons
and
trust
me,
you
gon'
run
outta
luck
How
you
got
the
time
for
this,
lil'
bitch,
don't
you
have
calculus?
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