Текст песни Lucky Ass Bitch - Juicy J , Mac Miller
(Ft.
Juicy
J)
[Intro]
Ole
ratched
ass
bitch,
I
see
ya
out
there
(F-ck
me)
tryna
get
your
hustle
on
Ain′t
no
nigga
gunna
pay
your
muthaf-ckin'
bills,
b!
tch
Get
your
own
shit,
I
don′t
give
a
f-ck,
ho
Mac
Miller,
tell
these
hoes
what's
up,
man
[Verse
1:
Mac
Miller]
She
sayin'
fuck
me,
f-ck
me,
she
like
it
rough
and
that′s
rugby
I′m
partyin'
where
there′s
drugs
free,
this
life
to
live,
it
don't
come
cheap
Leave
a
hand
print
on
her
butt
cheek,
she
give
me
head
while
I
puff
trees
I′m
on
drugs,
she
on
drugs,
her
nose
just
got
bloody
Sniffin'
coke
lines
off
my
d!
ck,
she
ridin′
on
that
train
She
crushin'
down
that
powder,
I'm
puffin′
on
this
Sour
Been
fuckin′
her
for
hours
and
I
still
ain't
got
my
nut
You
fuckin′
with
that
molly,
she
ain't
gon′
let
you
bust
Give
me
some
while
I
hit
the
blunt,
I'm
in
ya
spirit,
let
me
lift
it
up
If
daddy
come,
get
my
shit
and
run,
he
gon′
see
my
ass,
go
and
get
his
gun
You
a
devil
b!
tch,
let
me
tell
you
that,
feel
like
I
been
to
hell
and
back
You
textin'
me,
addicted,
you
need
me,
you
miss
it
She
crazy,
she
nasty,
everyday
she
harass
me
I'm
f-ckin′
her
to
sleep
and
then
she
pay
for
my
taxi
God
damn,
the
sun
is
comin′
up
That's
the
last
time
that
I′m
gon'
be
fuckin′
with
them
drugs
Yup
[Hook]
She
get
a
bunch
of
money,
spend
it
all
on
drugs
Mobbin'
with
her
b!
tches,
never
fall
in
love
Dumpin′
out
that
yeyo,
sniffin'
all
it
up
Go
ahead
and
hate
her,
cause
everybody
does
God
damn,
that's
a
lucky
ass
bitch
[x4]
[Verse
2:
Mac
Miller]
She
got
money,
drugs
and
freedom,
blunts
what
she′s
cheefin′
She
ain't
got
a
job,
but
f-ck
it,
she
don′t
need
one
Drive
drunk,
she
swervin',
tryna
f-ck,
she′s
certain
Run
around
and
stumble
down,
hit
her
head,
she
hurtin'
Drunk
as
f-ck,
sniffin′
pills,
wildin'
out,
tell
the
bitch
to
chill
Cup
of
syrup
and
a
blunt
of
purp
Which
one
of
my
homie's
gon′
f-ck
her
first?
She
in
love
with
drugs,
that
p-ssy
get
licked
up
Picked
up,
then
dicked
down,
b!
tch,
tell
me
who
rich
now?
You
f-ckin′
with
the
Most
Dope
knuckleheads
Gettin'
money,
f-ck
the
feds,
yeah
that
Stevie
Wonder
bread
Ain′t
a
rookie,
uh,
that
bitch
is
famous,
Snooki
One
thing
I
won't
do,
(what′s
that?)
pay
for
p-ssy
[Hook]
She
get
a
bunch
of
money,
spend
it
all
on
drugs
Mobbin'
with
her
bitches,
never
fall
in
love
Dumpin′
out
that
yeyo,
sniffin'
all
it
up
Go
ahead
and
hate
her,
cause
everybody
does
God
damn,
that's
a
lucky
ass
bitch
[x4]
[Verse
3:
Juicy
J]
I′m
trippy
mane,
looking
for
a
trippy
chick
That
like
to
get
fucked
up
and
do
some
trippy
shit
Paper
planes
rolled
up
I
call
them
trippy
sticks
Weed,
pills,
and
the
drank
(codeine)-
she
with
it
Juicy
got
money
and
juicy
got
bitches
Smoking
and
drinking
that
Charlie
Sheen
living
Up
in
this
b!
tch
keep
two
hoes
with
me
Poppin′
them
superman
pills
getting
freaky
(they
freaky)
I
like
double
D's,
she
like
double
D′s
Shawty
can't
lose,
she
play
on
both
teams
Hell
in
her
mouth,
her
becky
fire
Molly
pills,
orange
juice
got
the
bitch
wired
All
my
hoes
got
money
and
they
keep
me
higher
Then
I
line
em
up
for
a
menage-a-tois-er
[Hook]
She
get
a
bunch
of
money,
spend
it
all
on
drugs
Mobbin′
with
her
bitches,
never
fall
in
love
Dumpin'
out
that
yeyo,
sniffin′
all
it
up
Go
ahead
and
hate
her,
cause
everybody
does
God
damn,
that's
a
lucky
ass
bitch
[x4]
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