LUCKI - Peach Dream lyrics
LUCKI [Lucki Camel Jr.] Chicago, Illinois. U.S. 🇺🇸
[LUCKI - Peach Dream lyrics]
Ayy, I see what you, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, I see what you want from
Me, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yo
Ayy, I see what you want from me, ayy, ayy
Yeah
Miss her and her friend, I
Need that again, ayy, ayy
Did that all myself, I look back again, ayy
Yo you too good to be true
You like Actavis, ayy, yeah
Me and you did the coupes
Why look back again?
Tell me something, I start poppin' them
Blues like all on accident, yo
Perc 30 with my Sprite, yeah
That Sprite my medicine
Yeah, yo, what you say gotta be true
That's my rap again
(You know I fuck with you
You know you mad confused, you know)
Huh, ayy, ayy, all these niggas hate
All I show is love, ayy
Fuck that bitch, she gotta be sick
That's why she hit me up, ayy
Got my mama Googling lean, keep
Sendin' me kidney stuff, ayy, ayy
Ho, you know I'm dead, why you hit me up?
Fuck that bitch, I'm 'bout to be rich
That's why she hit me up, ayy
I chuck B's in the SRT like
I'm with Nudy and 'em
Me and Saw Money, bitch, I hold the
Species, say we dirty niggas, ayy, ayy
Too good to be true, you like Actavis, ayy
Ayy play me like a fool, but
You'll be back again, yeah
All this money on lean, should've been a VVS
I fixed that ho self-esteem, now she
Wanna see me dead, yeah, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, ayy
Too good to be true, you like Actavis, uh
Ayy
Too good to be true, you like Actavis, uh, uh
I can't find no Tech, I'm a
Brat again, uh, yo, yo, yo
Yo, ayy, ayy, miss her and her friend
I need that again
Ayy, miss her and her friend
I need that again
Ayy, miss her and her, uh, yo, yo, yo, yo
Ayy, I see what you want from
Me, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yo
Ayy, I see what you want from me, ayy, ayy
Yeah
Miss her and her friend, I
Need that again, ayy, ayy
Did that all myself, I look back again, ayy
Yo you too good to be true
You like Actavis, ayy, yeah
Me and you did the coupes
Why look back again?
Tell me something, I start poppin' them
Blues like all on accident, yo
Perc 30 with my Sprite, yeah
That Sprite my medicine
Yeah, yo, what you say gotta be true
That's my rap again
(You know I fuck with you
You know you mad confused, you know)
Huh, ayy, ayy, all these niggas hate
All I show is love, ayy
Fuck that bitch, she gotta be sick
That's why she hit me up, ayy
Got my mama Googling lean, keep
Sendin' me kidney stuff, ayy, ayy
Ho, you know I'm dead, why you hit me up?
Fuck that bitch, I'm 'bout to be rich
That's why she hit me up, ayy
I chuck B's in the SRT like
I'm with Nudy and 'em
Me and Saw Money, bitch, I hold the
Species, say we dirty niggas, ayy, ayy
Too good to be true, you like Actavis, ayy
Ayy play me like a fool, but
You'll be back again, yeah
All this money on lean, should've been a VVS
I fixed that ho self-esteem, now she
Wanna see me dead, yeah, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, ayy
Too good to be true, you like Actavis, uh
Ayy
Too good to be true, you like Actavis, uh, uh
I can't find no Tech, I'm a
Brat again, uh, yo, yo, yo
Yo, ayy, ayy, miss her and her friend
I need that again
Ayy, miss her and her friend
I need that again
Ayy, miss her and her, uh, yo, yo, yo, yo