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letra de lucky - sleazy'

[verse]
bold ass replies always trippin and fussin
she told me to die if i did i’d be lucky
on some real sh-t my mind is disgusting
discussin some bullsh-t don’t mind the assumptions but
i done been trippin dawg
fell on my face i don’t like this position dawg
man i try to get up i can’t get it dawg
and i try get her out i can’t get her off

can’t get her off of my mental
k!ll instrumentals i swear i just pick ’em off
and i’m switchin my rhyme like the rental
ain’t incidental i swear i’m too nice man
like a chauffeur that’s got a lil ice and couple of bottles locked in for the night
couple of baddies a gar wit the sprite
they acting like models they car got the light
(that b-tch broke)
[chorus]
ride by lone or a couple of bro’s but my cargo is light tho
aside from the homies or couple of hoes this cigar smoke is mine hoe
when i’m alone and there’s n0body home feel my sorrows ignite yo
y’all sippin patron i jus hit on my dro and i feel it’s alright doe

[verse]
indecisive
do i go on or i go end my life man but
suicide never the right plan
you decide if you choosin some life
or choosin some drugs them booted up nights
no use, you ain’t using em right
no tools, that you utilize
so they just causin you confusion and blindness
call em up say the usual price
i’m new to my eyes bein open truly
i can’t criticize the younger generation
i had big homies that was joking too me
sayin brett i better never catch yo ass if you trippin acid or you smokin doobies
and it’s 7 years later i was talkin to lil homie seth the way big homies do it

watch for you brothers
time on my hands
but the tik tok is thunderin
calm surface but underneath got a bad b-tch givin bomb service cause she wanted me
now she talk circles
and if she’s wantin me to set her free she gon need atleast about a tall servin of gods words the way a god word it
i ain’t gods servant
gotta godly purpose
i am not perfect
i am not searching for a job worthy of me
these c-ck surfers always talk dirty of me
but they not hurtin me
smokin some strong call my pot hurcules
[chorus]
ride by lone or a couple a bro’s but my cargo is light tho
aside from the homies or couple a hoes
this cigar smoke is mine hoe
when i’m alone and there’s no body home feel my sorrows ignite yo
y’all sippin patron i jus hit on my dro and i feel it’s alright doe

- sleazy

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