LUCKI - Truth Too lyrics
LUCKI [Lucki Camel Jr.] Chicago, Illinois. U.S. 🇺🇸
[LUCKI - Truth Too lyrics]
Oxy
Ay, ay, ask about shorty i'm the truth too
Ay, oh, ay, huh, oh, ay
Ask about shorty i'm the truth too
We can be forever, keep this mutual
I take percs i'm in my feelings
Shes like what is new ay, ay, I can see the
Stars through the tunnel, wo
I can't stick around get to comfortable
Ay oh
Can't you see they frauds tryna run with you
Ay, oh, ay, ay, ay, ay, oh
Pour a four in my Minute Maid
Reached my limit dang i'ma slid her
Down the interstate in that Viper thang
Too much feelings, she distracting me
I'm stuck in my ways off this molly
My hoe pressing buttons think this a arcade
In the mirror all this lean and
Soda puffing up my face
Niggas copy, they gon die with me
Sippin' to the grave
Niggas bragging about bein' independent
Not even getting paid
My bitch trippin', Wockhardt in the way
Wockhardt here to stay whatchu thought
I'ma dashboy ain't no tax for it
Ion see them, little ass boy, lose a bag boy
Wanna see me, bitch i'm out the way
Why you crying about the attention
And you asked for it, ay
Bitch you ain't nothing I ain't use too
Rolling off a flat, it look like fruit loops
I know her exactly i'm like who you?
Bitch you ain't nothing I ain't use too
Ay, ay, ask about shorty i'm the truth too
Ay, oh, ay, huh, oh, ay
Ask about shorty i'm the truth too
We can be forever, keep this mutual
I take percs i'm in my feelings
Shes like what is new ay, ay, I can see the
Stars through the tunnel, wo
I can't stick around get to comfortable
Ay oh
Can't you see they frauds tryna run with you
Ay, oh, ay, ay, ay, ay, oh
Pour a four in my Minute Maid
Reached my limit dang i'ma slid her
Down the interstate in that Viper thang
Too much feelings, she distracting me
I'm stuck in my ways off this molly
My hoe pressing buttons think this a arcade
In the mirror all this lean and
Soda puffing up my face
Niggas copy, they gon die with me
Sippin' to the grave
Niggas bragging about bein' independent
Not even getting paid
My bitch trippin', Wockhardt in the way
Wockhardt here to stay whatchu thought
I'ma dashboy ain't no tax for it
Ion see them, little ass boy, lose a bag boy
Wanna see me, bitch i'm out the way
Why you crying about the attention
And you asked for it, ay
Bitch you ain't nothing I ain't use too
Rolling off a flat, it look like fruit loops
I know her exactly i'm like who you?
Bitch you ain't nothing I ain't use too