Uhh, whatLady LuckDef Jam Shutting the game down from the whip To the tunnel You in da club YoBang this What ya'll gonna do when we rush the door Buy out the bar then rush the floor (******) Touch ya whore, I puff the raw Push a 4, wrist gonna crush ya jaw Don't trust a broad who rocking the Timberlands Criminal like Eminem don't act feminine But talk slick and six hit your women friends Ball like Wimbledon trucks like cinnamon It's them again (who) ****** hotter then you It's like cop car lights with my rocks in view Pay homage to Luck a.k.a Chrissie Wallace Chick about them dollars, be a queen like HollisRockwilders, pop collars, glock hollers At Any ***** out to stop ours Cause we lug shots, mug shots, all at you blood clots One spot, gunshots, get the body dem hot(Chorus) x2[A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck) All my ****** and broads we rush the door (c'mon) Grap your drinks and rush the floor (c'mon) We keep it hot from wall to wall (c'mon) From the front to the rear get it crunk in here (yo, yo, yo, yeah)[Lady Luck] I came in the door, said it before Luck getting drunk till I fall to the floor Come back for more, rock wall to wall Ball till I score, then out by the morn How I dip and ride that whip I driveOn I-95 getting hed in the ride Me and Root sipping Gin and The JuiceJewelry to loose, jeans hang over my boots You keep think that you bullet proof Till I put to your head give it a sunroof Good God, my whole squad hard And bank accounts is large Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm and Sean JohnChick shake yo ass like you want some cash ***** pump it fast like y
Uhh, whatLady LuckDef Jam Shutting the game down from the whip To the tunnel You in da club YoBang this What ya'll gonna do when we rush the door Buy out the bar then rush the floor (******) Touch ya whore, I puff the raw Push a 4, wrist gonna crush ya jaw Don't trust a broad who rocking the Timberlands Criminal like Eminem don't act feminine But talk slick and six hit your women friends Ball like Wimbledon trucks like cinnamon It's them again (who) ****** hotter then you It's like cop car lights with my rocks in view Pay homage to Luck a.k.a Chrissie Wallace Chick about them dollars, be a queen like HollisRockwilders, pop collars, glock hollers At Any ***** out to stop ours Cause we lug shots, mug shots, all at you blood clots One spot, gunshots, get the body dem hot(Chorus) x2[A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck) All my ****** and broads we rush the door (c'mon) Grap your drinks and rush the floor (c'mon) We keep it hot from wall to wall (c'mon) From the front to the rear get it crunk in here (yo, yo, yo, yeah)[Lady Luck] I came in the door, said it before Luck getting drunk till I fall to the floor Come back for more, rock wall to wall Ball till I score, then out by the morn How I dip and ride that whip I driveOn I-95 getting hed in the ride Me and Root sipping Gin and The JuiceJewelry to loose, jeans hang over my boots You keep think that you bullet proof Till I put to your head give it a sunroof Good God, my whole squad hard And bank accounts is large Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm and Sean JohnChick shake yo ass like you want some cash ***** pump it fast like y
