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• Artiste: Chyng Diamond
• Titre: Luck
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Luck, luck, luck, luck, don't go pressing your luck (Grrah) Luck, luck, luck, luck (Boom-boom), don't go pressing your luck Everything I do crazy Not let a broke nigga drive me crazy crazy That's outrageous, my hands touching on paper You niggas flipping through pages Never amaze me, stuck in your spot 'cause you lazy Stuck in my ways 'cause I'm worth it I get a milli, reverse it (Gang-gang, gan-gang) I'm buying houses not purses Bitch, might smack a nigga with the backhand, kung fu Jack Chan If he try to play me like the last man Ain't saving niggas like the last dance, one false move that's your last chance What's happening, bitch? big tender Roni All of these niggas they on me All of my diamonds they glowing I bring the heat when it's snowing, you bitches his pins and I'm bowling (Ha) "How the fuck she do all that?", they asking Beauty and brains, oh shit, she gassing Hard to find a niggga 'cause these niggas don't match me Said he love the chase but he still can't catch me, huh "What's your name? What's your sign?", I'm like, "Boy what?" (Boy, what?) I know money, money know me, I count big bucks (Yeah) I used to ride on a ten speed now it's big trucks (Skrr) Still the same bitch from the trap, don't push your luck (Gang, gang, gang) Luck, luck, luck, luck, don't go pressing your luck Luck, luck, luck, luck, don't go pressing your luck Luck, luck, luck, luck, don't go pressing your luck I used to ride on a ten speed now it's big trucks (Gang) I'm checking energies, bitches this finicky I'm at the top like a chimney (Ayy) I need a M&M, fuck being enemies, I'm tryna fuck up the industry (Gang) I need a bag, a Benz, a Benjamin Don't give a fuck where are you niggas be, look You cannot sit with me, I'm up at Tiffany's Where is your money? Fuck chemistry, woo I'm a pure bitch and it's just in my Pedegree These niggas love me, they want me to marry 'em KitKat, these nigggas be sharing me I am a player, wait, I mean allegedly Niggas is trash so a bitch always littering s Shut the fuck up like a bitch always bickering Think you a man, no, I think you illiterate I break 'em down, took his manhood like give me it, yah "What's your name? What's your sign?", I'm like, "Boy what?" (Boy, what?) I know money, money know me, I count big bucks (Yeah) I used to ride on a ten speed now it's big trucks (Skrr) Still the same bitch from the trap, don't push your luck (Gang, gang, gang) Luck, luck, luck, luck, don't go pressing your luck Luck, luck, luck, luck, don't go pressing your luck Luck, luck, luck, luck, don't go pressing your luck I used to ride on a ten speed now it's big trucks (Gang)