
LOST TIME 2mygrave (Ft. LUCKI)
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[Intro: LUCKI]
Nash effect
She waitin' on me, all that K-, ayy
Ayy
[Verse 1: LUCKI]
She waitin' on me, we buyin' that KOD (Ayy)
Old ho toxic, lovin' these hoes the disease (Hey)
Leave it to me, you plottin' I don't trust no one like me
Your boy posted, I'm speedin' that bitch order all, wait, hold up (Ayy)
Your boy posted, I'm speedin' that bitch order all the plan B (Ayy)
Big dog shit, I don't want your ho, she got hot like me (Ayy)
I need water, she said I need Jesus
Niggas made caps when started, why would I want a feature?
Sip lean like Mr. Carter, gettin' close to my dream
That bitch made me go harder, but I gave you everything
Hoe got voodoo pussy, take me out this club
Chewing on Percocets, I can't feel, that's good
I'm geeked like Fabo, why would I speak too soon?
R.I.P to the fallen soldiers
Mac Miller, I feel you too
I really want a forty or somethin'
These hoes keep doin' me bad
Anybody got stuff 'bout me
I come from bitch I slaughter
Nash effect
She waitin' on me, all that K-, ayy
Ayy
[Verse 1: LUCKI]
She waitin' on me, we buyin' that KOD (Ayy)
Old ho toxic, lovin' these hoes the disease (Hey)
Leave it to me, you plottin' I don't trust no one like me
Your boy posted, I'm speedin' that bitch order all, wait, hold up (Ayy)
Your boy posted, I'm speedin' that bitch order all the plan B (Ayy)
Big dog shit, I don't want your ho, she got hot like me (Ayy)
I need water, she said I need Jesus
Niggas made caps when started, why would I want a feature?
Sip lean like Mr. Carter, gettin' close to my dream
That bitch made me go harder, but I gave you everything
Hoe got voodoo pussy, take me out this club
Chewing on Percocets, I can't feel, that's good
I'm geeked like Fabo, why would I speak too soon?
R.I.P to the fallen soldiers
Mac Miller, I feel you too
I really want a forty or somethin'
These hoes keep doin' me bad
Anybody got stuff 'bout me
I come from bitch I slaughter
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