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letra de lucky charm - pradabagshawty

[intro]
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
yeah lil bih’ don’t play with me, huh, go play with yourself (what)
i told that bih’ get right, ‘fore your boujee ass get left
[?] came ’round my gang flexin’ gave that p-ssy boy the belt (belt)
my brother bang suwoop, throwin’ b’s everywhere (blatt)
i’m tryna shoot it at you, feel that stick not playin’ fair (duck)
you feel that brr, better duck, .556 gon’ tap your hair (grah)
don’t try to bolt, find the glock, nah aim that bih’ right there
i see the jakes sn-tch off, take them folks right through the trenches (skrr)
this bih goin’, this bih’ goin (yeah)
zay cooked it up you know this beat hard (bih’ hard)
big stick wake the neighbors up like alarm (like alarm)
[?] duck the trip he had a lucky charm (grr bow)

[verse]
turn my location off, know i’m movin’ steady
turn my location off, b-tch i’m movin’ stealth
turn my location off (keep up, keep up)
free my f-ckin’ gang, free my f-cking gang
turn my location off, b-tch i’m movin-
turn my, turn my location off, b-tch i’m movin’ stealth (bih)
say she only f-ck wit’ 5, ho you f-ckin’ someone else
she say ‘do you eat the ass?’ ho you must be smokin’ meth (naw!)
be my motherf-ckin’ friend to the end, and to death (yeah)
and the xan talkin’ to me, huh, i can’t feel myself
thirty rounds out the drac’, i step back then watch him melt (brr, brr)
my brother bang two guns, you want smoke we take you there (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
yeah lil bih’ don’t play with me, huh, go play with yourself
i told that bih’ get right, ‘fore your boujee ass get left
[?] came ’round my gang flexin’ gave that p-ssy boy the belt (belt)
my brother bang suwoop, throwin’ b’s everywhere (blatt)
i’m tryna shoot it at you, feel that stick not playin’ fair (brr)
you feel that brr, better duck, .556 gon’ tap your hair (let’s do it)
don’t try to bump, find the glock, nah aim that bih’ right there (aim that bih’ right there)
i see the jakes sn-tch off, take them folks right through the trenches
this bih goin’, this bih’ goin (goin’, goin’)
zay cooked it up you know this beat hard
big stick wake the neighbors up like alarm (yeah yeah)
[?] duck the trip he had a lucky charm (grr bow)

- pradabagshawty

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