LUCKI - GOD KNOWS lyrics
LUCKI [Lucki Camel Jr.] Chicago, Illinois. U.S. 🇺🇸
[LUCKI - GOD KNOWS lyrics]
I'm hanged over like I muhfucka
Only God know only God know
Right, right
Them granny meds up in my
Pocket I just pop em, i don't care
Best believe all them stories heard was true
So don't dare
I'm a grimy motherfucker, ask my ex's
They'll tell all this slime on my money
I'm like Nickelodeon
They like "Lucki boy what happened?
Body High was all depressed"
I be laughing and responding like
"Just never pop a xan"
Baby girl I'm coolin' better not
Catch me on the stage either that
Or piss me off and see the xan rage
Popped up out that xan cage
Then I got that xan chain
So I gotta love it now
It's like Ye Roc-A-Feller chain
I been trappin' out the
Uber, getting pulled over, over with
Sellin' xans for 10
Double profit cuz I stole the shit
Boy I been the same shit
Back since I was trappin'
Interfering holding bet I still get passed
You caught that
Met this lil' bitch in my dreams
Off the xan scared away
Solve my problems like a shrink
Smart bitch I gotta say
Guess I'm a problem they know
Still live under this halo
I fell in love one time
I hope she swallow drain-o
Watch me finesse, finagle
Whatever I made like clay though
I fell in love one time
I hope she swallow drain-o
It's like it's too many niggas
And not enough bitches
And niggas play they part
And that's how money come up missing
And then these niggas dying
And these t-shirts getting printed
Them sloppy ass shirts
I hope my shit look like some Fendi
God knows
That's the only way they'll fucking miss me
God knows
That's the only way they'll fucking miss me
Muhfucka nigga fuck you talkin' 'bout
Muhfucka nigga getMoney$tainGang
Fuck you talkin' 'bout anti
Only God know only God know
Right, right
Them granny meds up in my
Pocket I just pop em, i don't care
Best believe all them stories heard was true
So don't dare
I'm a grimy motherfucker, ask my ex's
They'll tell all this slime on my money
I'm like Nickelodeon
They like "Lucki boy what happened?
Body High was all depressed"
I be laughing and responding like
"Just never pop a xan"
Baby girl I'm coolin' better not
Catch me on the stage either that
Or piss me off and see the xan rage
Popped up out that xan cage
Then I got that xan chain
So I gotta love it now
It's like Ye Roc-A-Feller chain
I been trappin' out the
Uber, getting pulled over, over with
Sellin' xans for 10
Double profit cuz I stole the shit
Boy I been the same shit
Back since I was trappin'
Interfering holding bet I still get passed
You caught that
Met this lil' bitch in my dreams
Off the xan scared away
Solve my problems like a shrink
Smart bitch I gotta say
Guess I'm a problem they know
Still live under this halo
I fell in love one time
I hope she swallow drain-o
Watch me finesse, finagle
Whatever I made like clay though
I fell in love one time
I hope she swallow drain-o
It's like it's too many niggas
And not enough bitches
And niggas play they part
And that's how money come up missing
And then these niggas dying
And these t-shirts getting printed
Them sloppy ass shirts
I hope my shit look like some Fendi
God knows
That's the only way they'll fucking miss me
God knows
That's the only way they'll fucking miss me
Muhfucka nigga fuck you talkin' 'bout
Muhfucka nigga getMoney$tainGang
Fuck you talkin' 'bout anti