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ain't luck [released version] - babycurtis lyrics

prodigy sh*t, b*tch
uh*huh, uh
i′m goin’ up, sh*t ain′t ’cause of luck
i ain’t nothin′ like giannis, but i been chasin′ bucks
tryna run up my bands and go ride the black trucks
i ain’t lovin′ no b*tch, give a f*ck ’bout a sl*t
pop over that door, make ′em kick feet
n*gga dissed me, but he really a link
‘member days i was washin′ clothes up in the sink
they say i’m gonna blow, i think i’m on the brink
my youngins tryna go through, get ′em a car
smokin′ wax in my joint, got me touchin’ the stars
n*gga from the suburbs, really wanna go hard
gotta keep me some shots like i work for a bar
it′s a young n*gga war, i’m the youngest in charge
them shots ringin′ out, sound like round of applause
get hit with this sh*t, gon’ need more than some gauze
i know what i′m in, so i’m stayin’ on love
took a whole lot, uh
i took a whole lot of l′s, but i learned from mistakеs
wasn′t with it back then, you ain’t gettin′ no play
they was hittin’ my phonе, they been out for a day
been on the ′net, they run, got my pockets outta shape
i see the ref goin’ white, we gon′ go on a chase
up drac’, n*gga don’t know what to say
talk ′round your t**th and your ass gettin′ braced, uh*huh
i’m still on the red, need to give me my flowers
was down on that n*gga, now his face lookin′ sour
had got me a ghost, it felt like i had power
they don’t know how it feel, couldn′t step in my shoes
my mans, he crashed, he got nothin’ to lose
tryna take what i earned, i refuse
tryna reach for this sh*t, you′ll get put up on fox 5 news, uh
n*gga tried to play thick, now get your wig split
i’m on the same thing, runnin’ up dividends
when he get in that room, he gon′ pick up that pen
i ain′t trustin’ these n*ggas, i barely got friends
if we miss the first time, then we comin′ again
short n*gga with heart, i be stayin’ on ten
i was gettin′ off bags, tryna pay my rent
catch him with his b*tch, i hit l!cks in his jet
i’m goin′ up, sh*t ain’t ’cause of luck
i ain′t nothin′ like giannis, but i been chasin’ bucks
tryna run up my bands and go ride the black trucks
i ain′t lovin’ no b*tch, give a f*ck ′bout a sl*t
pop over that door, make ’em kick feet
n*gga dissed me, but he really a link
′member days i was washin’ clothes up in the sink
they say i’m gonna blow, i think i′m on the brink
my youngins tryna go through, get ′em a car
smokin’ wax in my joint, got me touchin′ the stars
n*gga from the suburbs, really wanna go hard
gotta keep me some shots like i work for a bar
it’s a young n*gga war, i′m the youngest in charge
them shots ringin’ out, sound like round of applause
get hit with this sh*t, gon′ need more than some gauze
i know what i’m in, so i’m stayin′ on love
writer(s): bryce curtis

- babycurtis lyrics

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