LUCKI - 4Ever Ever lyrics

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

[LUCKI - 4Ever Ever lyrics]

Hmm, ayy
Ayy, ayy, forever ever, ever, ever, ayy
In my ways
Now I'm bloody, keepin' everybody
From 'round me, either way

Won't be the same forever ever
I'm just used to this shit now
Been over you forever ever
If only you could get me to sit down
I'm just used to the groupie shit
Forever ever, ever, ever ayy, ayy, ayy
I get the most of thе soda
And I told her I own her
And I'm just higher than thе reaper
Making my brother's keeper
Miss being mommy angel
Hoes just swore I'm a demon
One week in, I changed
That bitch got Chanel but
It's still kinda basic
Money too fast, gotta pace it
New to old me so they swear I made it
Nephew said I'm famous and I been
Worried 'bout the wrong shit lately
I ain't come home 'til the sun up
Can't trust your brother, so one up
Hide his codeine in a shoebox
Head so fried, it's stuck
I swear I be wishing that
Poppa could talk to me
Back on them Xans', thought I fought it
Cut the ho off, forgot it
She said she miss me
Like Neiman's and Barney's
I'm on a hunt for a Faygo
Make it a thousand dollar pop
How niggas drinking cheap?
Ain't touching my cup if it ain't no Wock'
I'm still a kid at heart
But you can't be around if you ain't got no
I be everywhere a dollar be
Too high, don't care if you proud of me
Said, "Babe, it's Tune not Luck'"
My head so fried, I'm stuck

Ayy i spend it fast forever ever
Drink up the stash forever ever
Seem like she mad forever ever
Think she control me but never let her
I'm in a Charger in bad weather
I spilled the cup 'cause I'm fishtailing
I'm indecisive, that bitch tell her
She drinking liquor, it's Tris smellin'
I'm in the mix with the rich devil

Too far gone with God on speed dial type shit
But shit still forever, ever, ever, ever
Forever ever you know that ayy, ayy

I hear the hate in they language
Told them off top, "I'm an alien"
AMG spaceship coupe
But I take it straight to
The trenches with wock
You'd probably hate me too
Gave her a bump and I went to the moon
Bitch fuck with me off the strength of it
She with the crew, weren't meant for you
Know what you need and I'll do it for you
I don't reply she in Bora Bora
Not even sick and I think about you
Hiding from X, I was dreaming about it
Tony Montana with people around him
Boy, all that shit I was dreaming about
Not even sick and I think about you

Getting used to this shit
Super geeked, zero sleep
Mm hm (Oh my goodness) ayy, ayy, ayy

I spend it fast forever ever
Drink up the stash forever ever
Seem like she mad forever ever
Think she control me but never let her
I'm in a Track in bad weather
I spilled the cup 'cause I'm fishtailing
I'm indecisive, that bitch tell her
She drinking liquor, it's Tris smellin'
I'm in the mix with the rich devil

Forever ever, ever, ever
Not really but you know what I mean
Everything's temporary i mean, ayy, ayy
AMG forever long live the Bandman

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