
Its Bool LUCKI
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[Intro]
(Nash Effect)
Lil' baby left me sick, that's cool, wait 'til the summer, I won't remember the money
I was the one on the, uh, ooh, ayy
Lil' baby left me sick, that's cool, wait 'til the summer, I won't remember the money
At all, ayy
Lil' baby left me sick, that's cool, wait 'til the summer, I won't remember the money
I was the one on the, uh, ooh, ayy
[Chorus]
Lil' baby left me sick, that's cool, wait 'til the summer, I won't remember the money
I was the one in the straight
Felony plates, took a lil' shot at my face
[Verse]
Pop, he know he raised a P, stay in my lane, I can't help runnin' the streets
Tryna remember her name, passenger seat, I might just give her the key
Thought I was done with drugs, now you want somethin' from me
Flawless Lucki, how much more with tax? But I thought love was free
Skippin' town, karma on my back, why she stalkin' me
Foxy Brown, powerful as dope, she write my song for me
Music to her ear, she say, "You sliding with me"
I'm right under your nose and I've been hard to reach
We can raise hell in the summer, and I got God in my corner
Got a gang of niggas that kill for me, they hate when I say I'm a loner
(Nash Effect)
Lil' baby left me sick, that's cool, wait 'til the summer, I won't remember the money
I was the one on the, uh, ooh, ayy
Lil' baby left me sick, that's cool, wait 'til the summer, I won't remember the money
At all, ayy
Lil' baby left me sick, that's cool, wait 'til the summer, I won't remember the money
I was the one on the, uh, ooh, ayy
[Chorus]
Lil' baby left me sick, that's cool, wait 'til the summer, I won't remember the money
I was the one in the straight
Felony plates, took a lil' shot at my face
[Verse]
Pop, he know he raised a P, stay in my lane, I can't help runnin' the streets
Tryna remember her name, passenger seat, I might just give her the key
Thought I was done with drugs, now you want somethin' from me
Flawless Lucki, how much more with tax? But I thought love was free
Skippin' town, karma on my back, why she stalkin' me
Foxy Brown, powerful as dope, she write my song for me
Music to her ear, she say, "You sliding with me"
I'm right under your nose and I've been hard to reach
We can raise hell in the summer, and I got God in my corner
Got a gang of niggas that kill for me, they hate when I say I'm a loner
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