Lucky Ass Bitch (feat. Juicy J)

Ol' ratchet ass bitch (Fuck me) tryna get your hustle on Ain't no nigga gunna pay your muthafuckin' bills, bitch Get your own shit, I don't give a fuck, ho Mac Miller, tell these hoes what's up, man She sayin' fuck me, fuck me, she like it rough and that's rugby I'm partyin' where there's drugs free, this life to live, it don't come cheap Leave a hand print on her butt cheek, she give me head while I puff trees I'm on drugs, she on drugs, her nose just got bloody Sniffin' coke lines off my dick, she ridin' on that train She crushin' down that powder, I'm puffin' on this Sour Been fuckin' her for hours and I still ain't got my nut You fuckin' with that molly, she ain't gon' let you bust Give me some while I hit the blunt, I'm in ya spirit, let me lift it up If daddy come, get my shit and run, he gon' see my ass, go and get his gun You a devil bitch, let me tell you that, feel like I been to hell and back You textin' me, addicted, you need me, you miss it She crazy, she nasty, everyday she harass me I'm fuckin' her to sleep and then she pay for my taxi God damn, the sun is comin' up That's the last time that I'm gon' be fuckin' with them drugs Yup She get a bunch of money, spend it all on drugs Mobbin' with her bitches, never fall in love Dumpin' out that yayo, sniffin' all it up Go ahead and hate her, cause everybody does God damn, that's a lucky ass bitch She got money, drugs and freedom, blunts what she's cheefin' She ain't got a job, but fuck it, she don't need one Drive drunk, she swervin', tryna fuck, she's certain Run around and stumble down, hit her head, she hurtin' Drunk as fuck, sniffin' pills, wildin' out, tell the bitch to chill Cup of syrup and a blunt of purp Which one of my homie's gon' fuck her first? She in love with drugs, that pussy get licked up Picked up, then dicked down, bitch, tell me who rich now? You fuckin' with the Most Dope knuckleheads Gettin' money, fuck the feds, yeah that Stevie Wonder bread Ain't a rookie, uh, that bitch is famous, Snookie One thing I won't do, (what's that?) pay for pussy I'm trippy mane, looking for a trippy chick That like to get fucked up and do some trippy shit Paper planes rolled up I call them trippy sticks Weed, pills, and the drank (codeine)– she with it Juicy got money and juicy got bitches Smoking and drinking that Charlie Sheen living Up in this bitch keep two hoes with me Poppin' them superman pills getting freaky (they freaky) I like double D's, she like double D's Shawty can't lose, she play on both teams Hell in her mouth, her becky fire Molly pills, orange juice got the bitch wired All my hoes got money and they keep me higher Then I line em' up for a menage-a-tois-er