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Luck]
Uhh,
Luck
Def Jam
Shutting the down from the whip
To the
You in da
Yo
Bang

What ya'll gonna do when we the door
Buy out the bar rush the floor (niggas)
Touch ya whore, I the raw
a 4, wrist gonna crush ya jaw
Don't trust a who rocking the Timberlands
Criminal like don't act feminine
But talk slick and six hit your friends
Ball like Wimbledon like cinnamon
It's again (who)
hotter then you
It's like cop car lights with my rocks in
Pay homage to Luck a.k.a Wallace
Chick about dollars, be a queen like Hollis
Rockwilders, pop collars, hollers
At Any nigga out to stop
Cause we lug shots, mug shots, all at you clots
One spot, gunshots, get the dem hot

(Chorus) x2
[A Kid Called (Lady Luck)
All my and broads we rush the door (c'mon)
Grap your drinks and the floor (c'mon)
We it hot from wall to wall (c'mon)
From the front to the get it crunk in here (yo, yo, yo, yeah)

Luck]
I in the door, said it before
Luck getting till I fall to the floor
Come back for more, wall to wall
Ball till I score, then out by the
How I dip and ride that whip I
On getting hed in the ride
Me and Root Gin and The Juice
to loose, jeans hang over my boots
You think that you bullet proof
Till I put to your head give it a
God, my whole squad hard
And bank accounts is
Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) in Phat Farm and Sean John
Chick shake yo ass like you want cash
Nigga it fast like you want some ass
We don't flash, we
Whip crash, we
Got the game on smash, with my ass

(Chorus) x2

(Bridge)
[A Kid Called (Lady Luck)
Watch boys they riot here (ya ya ya yeah)
We came to in here (ya ya ya yeah)
Turn off those lights in (ya ya ya yeah)
We snatch ice in here

Luck]
I me and my medicine
High off
Luck spit better than half you
In a hundred degree whether she got skin
Never deal problems if the cheddar ain't in
Let us begin on how y'all never will win
Vodka and gin will have my fist ya chin
till eyes like Lil Kim - slim
Light skin, fight men, life very
like lighting, can't do the wife thing
Keep an ice ring, lips very
Look this is my thing, till the fat sing
I sex tracks with Viagra and
Love to bling bling, your go Bing Bing
go BLOW BLOW, hater how you like me now
The flow, the style, the dough, pow
For Def Jam, Kev Liles, now it's

(Chorus) x2

Luck]
Bounce, c'mon, Def Jam (yeah)
(Ya ya yeah) Luck, Roots, Roots (yeah)
'cause-on, 'cause-on, party on, on
Uh ya ya (x3)