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letra de young og - lucki

[intro: babyface ray]
(goontex) yeah
probably ain’t gonna know who this n-gga be (that’s a ten-piece wing thing, thing)
hm, yeah

[chorus: babyface ray]
ayy, still that n-gga, been that n-gga (still that n-gga)
whip no key with the windshield tinted (uh-uh)
young og, can’t hurt my image
ho keep starin’, tell her “take my pictures”
stick like a c4 ’round with switches
who are you when you [?] (yeah)
one of the two, why lie a magician?
cross a n-gga out like a chrome heart denim (yeah)
[verse 1: babyface ray]
yeah, all praise for the most high (all praise to the most—)
i’m just thankful for the obstacles i done been through, i do the most now (now i do the most)
it get wicked, pray for my city, n-ggas was up, but they broke now (woah)
it get tricky, better pay attention, ain’t no playin’ with me, makin’ folks cry (gone)
ran up a big boy check, lost my n-ggas, sh-t, don’t even know (pfft)
made a b-tch hook my hip like it missed me, oh, i can’t leave the house (yeah)
trap phone n-gga out the hood, just like shaq, he won’t leave the block
tell a broke b-tch, “what’s good, eat this d-ck,” that’s how you feed a thot (ayy)

[chorus: babyface ray & lucki]
ayy, still that n-gga, been that n-gga (still that n-gga)
whip no key with the windshield tinted (uh-uh)
young og, can’t hurt my image
ho keep starin’, tell her “take my pictures”
stick like a c4 ’round with switches
who are you when you [?] (ayy, yeah)
one of the two, why lie a magician? (ayy)
cross a n-gga out like a chrome heart denim (ayy, ayy, yeah)

[verse 2: lucki]
left me for dead and now i’m the one, can’t trust lil’ cuz, i’m bringin’ a gun
livin’ too fast, it used to be fun, my mama just asked if i’m seein’ my son
i’m in the trenches, i live in the ‘burbs, my auntie just called me, she leavin’ a word
devil in prada, too fly for givenchy
think i’m on point how i’m nine with semi
fool ass ho don’t get no pity
lame ass n-gga don’t get no pape’
flew to the d, f-ck a ho out of plate
empire party and i’m still kinda late
nina just gave me the key to the safe
switch from a str8 to a svr
“tune, why you love you a loud ass car?”
“tune, why you insulted? now you a star”
sticks in the whip and i don’t got a opp
glock in the purse and i don’t got a b-tch
pint in the pop, i just poured its wrist
pint on the floor, gettin’ bored of this sh-t
one day later, need more of this sh-t
man, ayy
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[chorus: babyface ray]
(goontex) ayy, yeah
ayy, still that n-gga, been that n-gga (still that n-gga)
whip no key with the windshield tinted (uh-uh)
young og, can’t hurt my image
ho keep starin’, tell her “take my pictures”
stick like a c4 ’round with switches
who are you when you [?] (yeah)
one of the two, why lie a magician?
cross a n-gga out like a chrome heart denim (yeah)

[outro: lucki]
on god, milligram navy, can’t fake it
f-ck n-gga can’t fake it

- lucki

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