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LUCKI

Still Steal

 

Still Steal

(Album: X - 2015)


[Lucki Eck$:]
Tipping on four fours wrapped in four vogues
Tipping on four fours wrapped in four vogues
Tipping on four fours wrapped in four vogues
Tipping on four fours wrapped in four vogues

Still stealing niggas 44s, balling all my old hoes
Look at one of 'em bitches, she like "boy, when you gon' grow?"
I say, I'm eighteen, get that growthspurt shit over with
It's how I pass the pass a whole lot of 'em, I'm like diamond, man
I'm in love with a number of thots and that's a problem
Hated math anyways, so them ain't gon' go solve, bruh
Three hundred xans in these ten deep joggers
No script so I'd rather be six feet deep if I don't dodge them
Four up in the wild one, fuck sprite I'm from Chicago
Plug on my line, interrupted by my mom though
Same damn speech, ever time like they're inaugural
Keep my page private, make it hard for lotta follow

Tipping on four fours wrapped in four vogues
Tipping on four fours wrapped in four vogues
Tipping on four fours wrapped in four vogues
Tipping on four fours wrapped in four vogues

[Ransah:]
Don't flex that greedy, shit could get stole
She sneaking pics and I pose, our jig is zip with my bro
We flipping, let this shit grow
I mean it's 'bout time we get paid, that xany balance my lows
She complain I'm always away
She like "where the fuck do you go?"
I'm like I be cooling back, smoking pack like vacation
Feel sorry for my homie, smoke them blacks on probation
Shout outs to my niggas like Mayweather with them cases
Shout out to my round, he got me leaning, feeling faded
And overlap if you a minute slow
The lean promote my different flow
My bitch is always in my business, asking how my meetings go
I meet her when I feel the urge, I'm tryna show her all the perks
I'm finna get as rich as Hov, my favorite line is "get a ho"
I'm pissed off daily, but really nothing phase me
I'm contradict often, I get it from my family
So you can't blame me, baby, it's in my blood
So when I'm disrespectful, just know that it's all love, one love

[Lucki Eck$:]
Tipping on four fours wrapped in four vogues
Tipping on four fours wrapped in four vogues
Tipping on four fours wrapped in four vogues
Tipping on four fours wrapped in four vogues

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