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letra de harlem globe trotta - lucky luciano

[verse 1]
i know they see me comin’ at ’em, grindin’ like my t–th on edge
lucky got his money stackin’, got me in your cd deck
tell ’em i’m about to pass ’em, then deposit all my checks
f-ck ’em all, i bet i’ll have ’em laughin’ while i try to jet
i’ma wreck any microphone that i get on
lost my mind, n0body’s home, i’m sorry, i am in a zone
that party endin’, got all them dollars, all i wanna fold
you probably saw me on the road in somethin’ foreign on chrome
harlem globe, try the way i balled around the world
man, i get on stage and then i go work out your girl
it’s lovely, i’m puttin’ it in thеse haters’ faces
you know how many trips i makе to money grab on a daily basis
i got people callin’ me and bookin’ shows in all types of places
i got boys buyin’ 16s from me, man, i swear it’s gravy
i got the hood lookin’ at me like, “lucky, you done made it”
i don’t sleep, i’m out here wreckin’ these boys overrated
i’m on my grind while you hittin’ refresh on your twitter
i got the hood lookin’ at me like, “lucky, you done made it”
i ain’t got no time, see, come by for me, man, so i’m a sender
i’m tryin’ to sign, ain’t no money, i can’t do sh-t with her
the bottom line, i need dinner, b-tch, bring me my chipper
and the boys ain’t got sh-t on him, them heads turn when i walk in
i’m like you in time sin, i drop my sh-t at the lion’s den
underground mixtape, no deal, just big cake
fix your face, you fifth place, i’m in the race for the paper though
i don’t need no radio, i’m guapin’ off my crazy flow
purple label i’m wearin’, yo, i stick out like an ’84
motivated by money, huh, soak the game when i pull it out
ain’t show no love when i’m comin’ up, now that i’m on, they know me not
motivated by money, huh, soak the game when i pull it out
ain’t show no love when i’m comin’ up, now that i’m on, they know me not
i’m up on my f-ckin’ shrimp, and dip that b-tch a bottle souce and tell ’em how i live
they ain’t like me, i’m livin shows on some new shoes
but they bite me and try to spit like how i do
i fight with flattery, as they know i’m better than
them ain’t nothing compared to him, better tell up that
go try again, i’m built for this, ain’t sh-t for me, i’m next up
you intimated, got that p-ssy, better up your way and catch on

- lucky luciano

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