LUCKI, Lil Double 0 - Spill My Cup lyrics

LUCKI [Lucki Camel Jr.] Chicago, Illinois. U.S.

[LUCKI, Lil Double 0 - Spill My Cup lyrics]

I'm at the register, spill my cup
(Spill my cup)
Ayy, I'm at the register, spill my cup
(Spill my cup) , ayy, ayy
Fifty K in hundreds kinda look like nothing
(808 Mafia) ,  ayy,  ayy

I'm at the register,  spill my cup 
(Spill my cup)
Fifty K in hundreds kinda look like nothing
(Kinda look like)
Princess slut 'til his princess cut
Million dollar junkie and I look like one
Whatever she flooding, she got it from me

We could go shopping, went out to eat
Percs tryna be, but I'm them weed
Shit, man I'm swervin' them cops when
I swerve in the traffic
Too geeked up, tryna hide it with glasses
I had a good one and made her a savage
I still be getting my karma from that
Hide in the Bentley, I ride out a Track'
She be too nice and I ran out of breath
LA to 'Waukee, I'm back to the 'Raq
Really be doin' my heart in this shit
Whatever I love, I'm followin' it
I got the lean man thinkin' he rich
Probably the reason he got him a kit
I want Balenci', but denim was Rick
Lie to a bitch and we lie to your honor
They probably racist, but outta the monster
Live too fast, I'm promised tomorrow, ayy
Man

I'm at the register, spill my cup
(Spill my cup)
Fifty K in hundreds kinda look like nothing
(Kinda look like)
Princess slut 'til his princess cut
Million dollar junkie and I look like one

(Hit the doors) No bap, I pull bad girls
Get geeked if you really got motion
You could never get sleep (Ayy)
(Make a ho text in line, but
She fuck me for free, uh)
Baby, I kept the reciepts (Uh)
(Pardon me, I grew up in poverty
So I got demon shit on my soul)
If it's a drought, it's because of me
(yeah) i walk down with the gun, we creep
(Swingin' through pints
Smokin' pounds of weed)
(Metro biscotti, this shit) ran it up
(Don't love 'em, got on drugs
They got good memories)
(I took off these niggas blood
And they ain't finish me)
I ain't 21 but I'd spend 'bout thirty
Thousand to get these diamond teeth
(Walk Down World)
You ain't gotta hammer cutting you
You ain't got bust down
Diamonds on your feet
(I got niggas just ready to kill, just
Slime them, beating with the drum, no beat)
(Uh, Walk Down World, nah, this
For them streets ho, fuck that industry)

I'm at the register, spill my cup
(Spill my cup) , uh, ayy
Whatever she flooding, she got
It from me, ha, ayy
Princess slut 'til his princess cut
I'm at the register, spill my cup
(Spill my cup)
Fifty K in hundreds kinda look like nothing
(Kinda look like)
Princess slut 'til his princess cut
Million dollar junkie and I look like one
I'm at the register, spill my cup
(Spill my cup) , uh, ayy
Whatever she flooding, she got
It from me, ha, ayy
I'm at the register, spill my cup
(Spill my cup)
Fifty K in hundreds kinda look like nothing
(Kinda look like)
Princess slut 'til his princess cut
Million dollar junkie and I look like one

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