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(feat. Uchie) [talking] Who them stars pulling up (fa sho), ha-ha Turning heads, still pimping, ha-ha, uh Lucky Luciano, uh [Hook] You with your man, but still watching me Now you, gonna make your man mess around and try to kill me Cause I'm, gon do some things that's never been done I'm, gonna leave you sprung (you gon be sprung when I leave, cause I'm still pimping) [Lucky] Girl look me in my eyes, quit staring at my diamonds Yeah I see you with your man, and you're just waiting for the time When you can come on over here, and give me your number on the low So I can put it in my phone, and then hit you up at fo' In the morning, have you in the Hotel moaning I'm ordering room service in the morning, then I'm out Tell him to pick you up, know I'm timminy tal'n bout I'm about making loochie, staying draped with Gucci Never paying for no coochie, never swanging in a Hooptie It's the candy slab rider, with a handy gat inside a Glove box, you already be knowing that boy Lucky bust shots Letras de cancionesJackers running up, cause I'm the rapper coming up Mad at the stack of money, I had up in the club And how I took off with his girl, then I left her at the Telly He had to go pick her up, now he really wanna kill me He had to go and pick her up, so now he wanna kill me [Hook] [Uchie] If you gonna look, say something Just because, my shine stay on bling Lucky, I think these bitches be tripping So tell em more, so you bitches better listen [Lucky] Better listen up to little Luck, I'm tinted up in a trophy truck Got purple stuff up in a cup, I'm glittered up with the princess cuts Still sitting up on leather buck, getting big bucks off pimping sluts I get it crunk and live it up, y'all boys ain't ready for Lil' Luck I left your girl sprung, with my name in her mouth She was taking off her blouse, when she came to my house Wasn't no making out, I came to make her shop It's that Lucky Luciano, I ain't saving y'all [Uchie] Hold up Lucky, man I said it before And I, don't give a fuck about these bopping hoes Cause uh, hit em up my celly cause they love to roam Take em to the Telly, cause they man's at home [Hook x2] [moaning] From Letras Mania