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

What ya'll gonna do we rush 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 the Timberlands
Criminal like don't act feminine
But talk and six hit your women friends
like Wimbledon trucks like cinnamon
It's again (who)
Niggas then you
It's like cop car lights with my in view
Pay to Luck a.k.a Chrissie Wallace
Chick about dollars, be a queen like Hollis
Rockwilders, pop collars, glock
At Any out to stop ours
we lug shots, mug shots, all at you blood clots
One spot, gunshots, get the dem hot

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

[Lady
I in the door, said it before
Luck drunk 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 I-95 getting hed in the
Me and Root sipping Gin and The
to loose, jeans hang over my boots
You keep that you bullet proof
Till I put to your head it a sunroof
Good God, my whole squad
And bank accounts is
Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm and John
Chick shake yo ass like you some cash
Nigga pump it fast like you want ass
We flash, we blast
crash, we laugh
Got the game on smash, with my ass

(Chorus) x2

(Bridge)
[A Kid Roots] (Lady Luck)
Watch them they riot here (ya ya ya yeah)
We to fight in here (ya ya ya yeah)
Turn off those in here (ya ya ya yeah)
We snatch ice in here

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

(Chorus) x2

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