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letra de “lucky you” (remix) 2 - jordeezy

[verse 1]
lucky you yo crew gave up ya success ya on press/
i see ya on stress i dress this sh-t i make hits/
i fits wit the rest of them i’m back again gonna spaz/
you trash boys still tryna be irrelevant my blunt way high/
say goodbye to your spotlight tonight got that ice wit that beer/
gonna steer that whip like cream gon extreme on you f-ckers/
you suckers ain’t worth a listen to my ears fears no motherf-cker/
i’m going crazy like a firecracker i be that gangster that got no chill/
i k!ll this trap i still makin those big bills gon snap on these f-ck boys/
royce 5’9 n eminem shot ya down on not alike i’m gonna strike this like they did/
i been gifted as a trap god cannot forget ima blow the steam up like that engine/
i shine on em hard grind on em with that card in my pocket gon blow that rocket/
blow ya eye sockets got more chips than ahoy gon make em unemployed/
you is a freud n-gga with that sloppy cash i crash yo battery yo sh-t wasn’t plugged/
f-ck yo fake product got a d-ck but ya sucked hard on ya cypher got that sniper in my hand/
got bands wit those rubbers since birth i flex on ya i s-x on ya wives survived from ya come up/
got that syrup filled to the top gon shot up yo drops cops yo coupe got that scoop on ya f-gs/

[verse 2]
lucky you my crew flew in my party sippin on bobby/
i be in the lobby booth sipping on that booze/
i been getting real loose introduced me into the trap/
this the rap i’m all strapped up got that cup in my hand/
got bands in the rubber bands got them timberlands on/
like i’m from brooklyn ya my sons but ya moms been bustin me/
money makes me satisfied gonna bust it wide open lucky me i been chosen/
that explosion is gonna cause that conjuring i stay burning that weed/
buried ya wack flow in the ground crowned myself as rap royalty/
i got no loyalty for f-ck boys destroyed the game this flame gettin bigger/
got that liquor in my mind remind ya i been the hottest rapper from jersey/
got so much energy ya lookin thirsty for this s-xy spot you mad you ain’t hot/
chop it up like jason got that golden gun loaded wit them bulletproof bullets/
f-ck yo tricks bricks be dripping wet you not a threat i bring this heat back/
hop off my sack i be going reckless all the fellas be tryna come to my section/
i got so much aggression i be putting it into my music/

- jordeezy

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