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[Lady
Uhh,
Luck
Def Jam
Shutting the game down the whip
To the
You in da
Yo
this

What ya'll gonna do we rush the door
Buy out the bar rush the floor (niggas)
ya whore, I puff the raw
Push a 4, wrist gonna ya jaw
Don't a broad who rocking the Timberlands
Criminal like Eminem act feminine
But slick and six hit your women friends
like Wimbledon trucks like cinnamon
It's again (who)
Niggas hotter you
like cop car lights with my rocks in view
Pay homage to Luck a.k.a Chrissie
Chick about dollars, be a queen like Hollis
Rockwilders, pop collars, glock
At Any out to stop ours
Cause we lug shots, mug shots, all at you blood
One spot, gunshots, get the dem hot

(Chorus) x2
[A Kid Called (Lady Luck)
All my niggas and broads we 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)

[Lady
I came in the door, said it
Luck getting drunk till I to the floor
Come back for more, rock to wall
till I score, then out by the morn
How I dip and ride whip I drive
On I-95 getting hed in the
Me and Root sipping Gin and The
Jewelry to loose, jeans over my boots
You keep that you bullet proof
Till I put to your head it a sunroof
God, my whole squad hard
And bank accounts is
Puff (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm and Sean John
Chick shake yo ass like you some cash
Nigga it fast like you want some ass
We don't flash, we
Whip crash, we
Got the game on smash, my sexy ass

(Chorus) x2

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

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

(Chorus) x2

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