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letra de out of luck! - ​mol$

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out of luck! lyrics
[intro]
mol$

[verse 1]
y’all must think i’m f-ckin’ stupid, chasing something make believe
shoot my shot like i was cupid, hoping you won’t take your lead
gas me up for xy, no ab or maybe z
f-ck sticking to one genre, y’all can spaz and y’all can f-ckin’ leave
p-ssy boy, you need it going, eat your f-ckin’ broccoli
jelly pullin’ up, we makin’ hits, we make a f-ckin’ scene
d-mn son, if you got the b-lls then come stand up to me
taking sh-t, you getting hit, i’m reloading this magazine

[chorus]
open out the trunk and grab that motherf-cking pu-pu-pump
yo’ b-tch on my d-ck and she giving me that su-su-su-suck
keep on pushin’ b-ttons and trust me, you gon’ run outta luck
how you got the time for this, lil’ b-tch, don’t you have calculus?
open out the trunk and grab that motherf-cking pu-pu-pump
yo’ b-tch on my d-ck and she giving me that su-su-su-suck
keep on pushin’ b-ttons and trust me, you gon’ run outta luck
how you got the time for this, lil’ b-tch, don’t you have calculus?

[verse 2]
why’s it when i wake up, my dm’s are filled with p-ssy b-tches?
steppin’ on my name, you lucky that you left with minor stitches
even with me halfway in the coffin, you a joke, b-tch
back when i had nothin’, no one told me where to go, sh-t
tired of the sh-tty comments tellin’ me i’m grown
’cause when i drop a song they like, it’s all about how i’m the f-ckin’ goat
if i gave a f-ck about these kids, then you would notice it
got a golden chorus comin’ up, you know you know this sh-t
[chorus]
open out the trunk and grab that motherf-cking pu-pu-pump
yo’ b-tch on my d-ck and she giving me that su-su-su-suck
keep on pushin’ b-ttons and trust me, you gon’ run outta luck
how you got the time for this, lil’ b-tch, don’t you have calculus?
open out the trunk and grab that motherf-cking pu-pu-pump
yo’ b-tch on my d-ck and she giving me that su-su-su-suck
keep on pushin’ b-ttons and trust me, you gon’ run outta luck
how you got the time for this, lil’ b-tch, don’t you have calculus?

[outro]
yeah
f-ck you, b-tch
hah
whatever
yeah

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