Lyrics:
there quick with a little bit of luck
What? I love my truck
She's a '98 made in the USA
I like running my hands up and down her frame
She don't mind
his shot, shoot his shot)
You shouldn’t be too disappointed
We all take the occasional L
Xin left empty handed
But at least he tried his luck
Why so sad?
Walking around with them blue faces
She said I'm down on my luck
And it's something I gotta have
Blue faces
I hit the bank today
Hanging around my bros
She look good and they know
Ohh she feeling herself
She about to spill her cup
She too good for a little bit of help
Girls get drunk
He's just a kid off the estate
They call him little Jake
Today he tried to buy weed with his little mate
Up in the bits, but he's just a kid
So he
strenuous
Just to see what I'm made of
Prevalence
Gon and test this shit
Get a testing kit
One percent luck
Bad luck
99% mexican
Indian mutt
Jesus
Please grab
he ever wanted was someone to show
A little bit of love, but he never know
Hard luck hero, can't you see
Well we got no cause, but you wanna be
crime, it ain't no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes.
It ain't no crime, it ain't no crime.
Everybody gets a little bit lonely
begging please (please)
Down on my knees (my knees)
I need to be free (free)
Baby hollon (hollon)
Baby hollon (hollon)
Just for a little bit long-long
messed up
That's your best luck
The kinda sort, run you over in the 4 by 4
And the tag on your toe will read Derelict
Pass the blunt, I take a hit
Pass
Little bit of burning man
A lot of neon church
A little old Road
That How I make my way home
A little bit of both
A lot of what I call life
And it
Play that funky music say it, say it, say
Play that funky music, white boy it, come on
Yea, a
Little bit louder
Now come on, come on
Stage
on
Yea, a
little bit louder
now come on, come on
Stage 2 -- Yea the one ya'
want static? Punk, don't trip
Dope beats laid by DJ Slip
My lyrics go good with the groove
And while you're dazed, I pull a jack move
My rep never lets,
interviewing people live from the street on the show a little bit later.
Yesterdays loser was Johnny. Johnny, listen up. You have been a bad boy. I don't
little bit of hash too
See me when I pass through, fuck around and blast you
Do what I have to, tryin' to get my math too
I leave a message, ain't
bitch in this car, man
[ Willie D ]
Oh boy, that's misdemeanor shit
I'm on that other level
[ DJ REDDY RED ]
Fuck you mean by the other level shit, man?
[
bit
Praise the beast to a certain extent
I don’t wanna be gothic
I don’t wanna idolize him
Nor do I wanna live in a tent
I like the beast, a little bit
open up my hand better put a little cash in it
A Bad bitch? Put some ass in it
Little mama outta luck can’t fuck she ain’t passionate
Every whip look
the lute
The little boy from borough way he play upon the flute
Well scottie he sings the mulberry tree
And all our cares are flown
We're happy as lucks out
of luck
I'll search deep down to find it
I left my dreams down on Coney Island
Times like these they get a little tough
And with a little bit of luck
I'll
of luck
I'll search deep down to find it
I left my dreams down on Coney Island
Times like these they get a little tough
And with a little bit of luck
I'll
dancin' all night
Now as my pen, begin to let loose again
The bullets like duck, duck, goose, stuck
In the middle of a frame, buck, wit a little bit
Just to be near you
Oh chin up girl
Chin up
Clench your teeth and bite your tongue
Chin up girl
Chin up
Just a little bit
Down on luck
Just a little bit
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