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lirik lagu tricky – dj lucas

[hook: dj lucas]

tricky
i’m so hot there’s no way they gon bic me
and i’m praying the boys don’t afflict me
cause i’m driving around
i got twenty*five pounds of that sticky
tricky
i got gassachusetts in my spliffy
i might drive to pa for a flippy
balenciaga with some d*ckies (ha!)

[verse 1: dj lucas]

dj! * get the ball like i’m stromile swifty
in my city i feel like i’m wiki
i was smoking a cig by the “whitney”
and i gotta give people a reason to cl!ck me
i came out the sap, boy, it’s sticky
talkin that sh*t, please have all of it miss me
everyone round, we playin ultimate frisbee
put my life on the line, boy, i risked that
and the [?], i kissed that
smokin loud, boy, i don’t need a six*pack
i’mma movе to the spot where thе chicks at
you ain’t never walked home in the pitch black
where i’m from, every night is a mixed bag
boy, they ain’t stoppin sh*t, it’s a mismatch
got the app on my phone with the dispatch
[?] my heart on this beat, i didn’t mean to
if you helpin me eat, i’mma feed you
and i’m deep in the woods like a lean*to
i might dance [?]
and i’m so western mass and they know that
i don’t have to buy weed, cause we grow that
put my heart on my sleeve, always show that
b*tch, i gotta go up, i can’t go back (dj lucas)
and i just took some drugs, they ain’t workin yet
and i come from the same town as robert frost
if he was here, he would probably pop percocet (facts!)
boy, this as real as it get
if i’m taking that shot then i’m wet
and i promise it’s nothin but net
way i move, there ain’t much to regret
dj!
[hook: dj lucas]

[verse 2: wiki]

in the crib he all p*ssy, drunk, miss me
with all that luck that you wish me
ya’ll don’t really give a f*ck about wiki
[?]
if i don’t they depict me like i’m shifty
diss me, [?], it gets tricky
shorty thought she could fix me, iffy
kiss me, i’m irish, whiskey
5’5”, but can’t miss me
9 lives like a kitty, frisky
9 times outta 10 i get busy
on whatever they give me
microphone fiend, itchy
like i got codeine in me
sickly, ugh!
[?] at the dipsky
it’s me and jimmy on the skizzy
drizzy on a fixie
at sixteen, when i flipped weed
i smoked my profit to my dome
sometimes more, had to stop because i’d owe
never was good at makin dough
just put my words together, made a poem
too many lines for a haiku
not enough time to be spiteful
too insightful
to give you my word with my hand on a bible
but in denial
get on my knees and i pray when i feel that it’s vital

[hook: dj lucas]

- dj lucas

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