Mac Miller - Lucky Ass ***** Lyrics
[Intro]Ole ratched ass *****, I see ya out there(F-ck me) tryna get your hustle onAin’t no nigga gunna pay your muthaf-ckin’ bills, b!tchGet your own shit, I don’t give a f-ck, hoMac Miller, tell these hoes what’s up, man[Verse 1: Mac Miller]She sayin’ ***** me, f-ck me, she like it rough and that’s rugbyI’m partyin’ where there’s drugs free, this life to live, it don’t come cheapLeave a hand print on her butt cheek, she give me head while I puff treesI’m on drugs, she on drugs, her nose just got bloodySniffin’ coke lines off my d!ck, she ridin’ on that trainShe crushin’ down that powder, I’m puffin’ on this SourBeen *****in’ her for hours and I still ain’t got my nutYou *****in’ with that molly, she ain’t gon’ let you bustGive me some while I hit the blunt, I’m in ya spirit, let me lift it upIf daddy come, get my shit and run, he gon’ see my ass, go and get his gunYou a devil b!tch, let me tell you that, feel like I been to hell and backYou textin’ me, addicted, you need me, you miss itShe crazy, she nasty, everyday she harass meI’m f-ckin’ her to sleep and then she pay for my taxiGod damn, the sun is comin’ upThat’s the last time that I’m gon’ be *****in’ with them drugsYup[Hook]She get a bunch of money, spend it all on drugsMobbin’ with her b!tches, never fall in loveDumpin’ out that yeyo, sniffin’ all it upGo ahead and hate her, cause everybody doesGod damn, that’s a lucky ass ***** [x4][Verse 2: Mac Miller]She got money, drugs and freedom, blunts what she’s cheefin’She ain’t got a job, but f-ck it, she don’t need oneDrive drunk, she swervin’, tryna f-ck, she’s certainRun around and stumble down, hit her head, she hurtin’Drunk as f-ck, sniffin’ pills, wildin’ out, tell the ***** to chillCup of syrup and a blunt of purpWhich one of my homie’s gon’ f-ck her first?She in love with drugs, that p-ssy get licked upPicked up, then dicked down, b!tch, tell me who rich now?You f-ckin’ with the Most Dope knuckleheadsGettin’ money, f-ck the feds, yeah that Stevie Wonder breadAin’t a rookie, uh, that ***** is famous, SnookiOne thing I won’t do, (what’s that?) pay for p-ssy[Hook]She get a bunch of money, spend it all on drugsMobbin’ with her *****es, never fall in loveDumpin’ out that yeyo, sniffin’ all it upGo ahead and hate her, cause everybody doesGod damn, that’s a lucky ass ***** [x4][Verse 3: Juicy J]I’m trippy mane, looking for a trippy chickThat like to get *****ed up and do some trippy shitPaper planes rolled up I call them trippy sticksWeed, pills, and the drank (codeine)- she with itJuicy got money and juicy got *****esSmoking and drinking that Charlie Sheen livingUp in this b!tch keep two hoes with mePoppin’ them superman pills getting freaky (they freaky)I like double D’s, she like double D’sShawty can’t lose, she play on both teamsHell in her mouth, her becky fireMolly pills, orange juice got the ***** wiredAll my hoes got money and they keep me higherThen I line em up for a menage-a-tois-er[Hook]She get a bunch of money, spend it all on drugsMobbin’ with her *****es, never fall in loveDumpin’ out that yeyo, sniffin’ all it upGo ahead and hate her, cause everybody doesGod damn, that’s a lucky ass ***** [x4]
