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

What ya'll gonna do when we the door
Buy out the bar then rush the (niggas)
Touch ya whore, I the raw
Push a 4, gonna crush ya jaw
Don't trust a broad who rocking the
like Eminem don't act feminine
But slick and six hit your women friends
Ball like Wimbledon trucks like
It's them (who)
hotter then you
It's cop car lights with my rocks in view
Pay homage to Luck a.k.a Wallace
about them dollars, be a queen like Hollis
Rockwilders, pop collars, glock
At Any nigga out to stop
we lug shots, mug shots, all at you blood clots
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 keep it hot from to wall (c'mon)
From the front to the rear get it in here (yo, yo, yo, yeah)

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

(Chorus) x2

(Bridge)
[A Kid Roots] (Lady Luck)
Watch them boys they 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 y'all ice in

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

(Chorus) x2

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