LUCKI, C Choppa - Floor Seats lyrics
LUCKI [Lucki Camel Jr.] Chicago, Illinois. U.S. 🇺🇸
[LUCKI, C Choppa - Floor Seats lyrics]
Lean up in the party, we sippin' the tuss
Lean up in the party, we
Trackhawk feel like floor seats
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Lean up in the party, we sippin' the
Tuss, lean up in the, uh, ayy
Lean up in the Porsche, we sippin' the tuss
She know I like bitches with a fuss
Trackhawk feel like floor seats
I feel the roar from the
Crowd when I floor it
Nod off boys, but she call me borin'
Magic City ho's
Tryna see when i'm tourin'
Tuneski gave me the red key
She don't even know how fast she was goin'
She takin' percs without me knowin'
Sit the whip back, so she feel it important
Waitin' for AJ to text me
Break my heart so I keep on pourin'
God how much you gon' bless me?
Bless me enough that I didn't even notice
Throwin' this shit, if it's up, it's up
GLE not the momma truck
AMG, bitch tryna keep up
Tryna figure out if she love, she lust
Worry 'bout a thing, niggas ain't no crumb
Treat the red key like a Lambo truck
Interviewin' me my pet peeves
Worst thing 'bout it, she know this shit
Tryna get my main focus back
Money turn me to the vulture shit
Lean up in the Porsche, we sippin' the luss
She know I like bitches with fuss
Trackhawk feel like floor seats
I feel the roar from the
Crowd when I floor it
Trackhawk feel like floor seats
I feel the roar from the
Crowd when I floor it
Trackhawk feel like floor seats
I feel the roar from the
Crowd when I floor it
She wanna fuck
Lean up in the party, we
Trackhawk feel like floor seats
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Lean up in the party, we sippin' the
Tuss, lean up in the, uh, ayy
Lean up in the Porsche, we sippin' the tuss
She know I like bitches with a fuss
Trackhawk feel like floor seats
I feel the roar from the
Crowd when I floor it
Nod off boys, but she call me borin'
Magic City ho's
Tryna see when i'm tourin'
Tuneski gave me the red key
She don't even know how fast she was goin'
She takin' percs without me knowin'
Sit the whip back, so she feel it important
Waitin' for AJ to text me
Break my heart so I keep on pourin'
God how much you gon' bless me?
Bless me enough that I didn't even notice
Throwin' this shit, if it's up, it's up
GLE not the momma truck
AMG, bitch tryna keep up
Tryna figure out if she love, she lust
Worry 'bout a thing, niggas ain't no crumb
Treat the red key like a Lambo truck
Interviewin' me my pet peeves
Worst thing 'bout it, she know this shit
Tryna get my main focus back
Money turn me to the vulture shit
Lean up in the Porsche, we sippin' the luss
She know I like bitches with fuss
Trackhawk feel like floor seats
I feel the roar from the
Crowd when I floor it
Trackhawk feel like floor seats
I feel the roar from the
Crowd when I floor it
Trackhawk feel like floor seats
I feel the roar from the
Crowd when I floor it
She wanna fuck