it Take Time - Lucki

Written By: @fuckdshyne
Mixed and Mastered by: @fuckdshyne
Prouduced By: @fuckdshyne + sxcrifice

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[Lyrics]

[Chrous]
I can’t do this no mo’
Not at all, not at all, not at all
Tears on my face, know you wanna see me fall
See me fall, losing it all
Yuh, ion got no hope
Doing this shit for my lil bro
Fa-Fa, nigga upping up the sco’
Ha-ha, nigga actin like it’s jokes
Had to tell that hoe I can’t post yuh
Told my brudda slide, he like oh yuh
I done put that bitch in go-goyard
I done told my nephew go hard

[Pre Verse]
This side, that side
She wan’ fuck round’ with my gang
Yuh, bitch I’m feeling like I’m Sosa
Got a big stick going bang
Like Cobain
Like a zombie, give me brain
Niggas lame, not the same
I can’t change, on my gang

[Verse]
I can not fall down
Got steppas all around
They wan’ steal my swag, yuh they wan’ steal my sound
And my pockets big bitch, and it got some pounds
With my nigga run shot down
Lost my soul, bitch it’s found
Im a king bitch where’s my crown
Yuh, know you hate it
Bullets red like Satan
I can’t cry about this shit, bitch I never made it
Damn, this nigga basic
Bitch I’m paper-chasing
Niggas talk behind yo back, I’m like bitch just say it

[Bridge]
Yuh, dropping em off like D.E.O
I get that bag like a C.E.O
Yuh, my bitch Spanish, she so cold she say “hace frio”
Yuh, and I’m keeping shit a hunnid
Huh, popping shit off with my cousin
Yuh, bitch we sliding no discussion 
Bitch I can not fail
Bitch I been a dog
I can’t tuck my tail
I can’t sell my soul
I can’t go to hell
I’m all on that block
Bitch I got Milly no Rock
Yuh, I walk around with a glock
She put a sticker all on my-

[Hook]
Bitch put a sticker on my glock
Sticka-sticka on my glock, glock
Sticker on my-
Sticka-sticka on my (gun cockback x2)
Bitch put a sticker on my glock

[Pre Chrous]
Bitch you walk in, you get shot
Ballin like 2k, got this shit on lock
They like Dshyne you don’t got this on lock
They like Dshyne why you flop, I’m like bitch I can not flop
They like Dshyne when you gon drop, bitch I only drop on opps
I get a bag, run it up no stop
Niggas be feds, can’t fuck with no cops
Tryna see my top, tell that bitch gimme top
And they want me dead but I cannot rot (Ah, cmere)

[Chrous]
I can’t do this no mo’
Not at all, not at all, not at all
Tears on my face, know you wanna see me fall
See me fall, losing it all
Yuh, ion got no hope
Doing this shit for my lil bro
Fa-Fa, nigga upping up the sco’
Ha-ha, nigga actin like it’s jokes
Had to tell that hoe I can’t post yuh
Told my brudda slide, he like oh yuh
I done put that bitch in go-goyard
I done told my nephew go hard

soul [p. me + sxcrifice]

went a lil od on ts agl


Lyrics

they kno i set trend
I dont follow
And ur btc on dick 
She gon swallow
Hit up in ur shi 
Wit a hollow
And s done caught u lacking 
Now you done for

Why u keep on talkn
Wats the problem
Been on this for years 
All these btcs jus trendhoppin
Im back on that gas smoking top
Im steady puffin
Btc ill never sip no drink
No i wont sip no tussin


White btc ina trap she cuttin snow 
Jus like a russian
Im back on my timing cause ik my time is rushing
All my diamonds frozen
She say where the drugs at
All my hoes is foreign swerved this btc like its a pontiac

You are not my slime not my bro
Not my fucking ahk
Pussy boy keep talkn
Btc you knoww where tf im at
Why you claiming sets when they laughing about claiming you
Pussyboy said you gon do sum
Im still waiting for yo move

Why these btcs jack my swag give ts back
One my hoes been popping percs like its a tic tac
Im outside with slime pushing dough like where the p at
Im on 1900 do not claim but where i be at


I wont chase nothing around me
Whats mine is gon come to me
And thats why ion care bout shit
You mad in happy as can be
And ion force myself to stay hanging around anybody
Cause some yall taught me lessons 
I can really see who fw me


Btc im puffin 
I cant do no crushin
Youngboy wit that drac btc
Youngboy finna up it
Ppl steady talkn
They pillow talkn
If thats s he hop up out that whip with baby rocketsss…


If thats s he hop up out that whip with a bankai
Why this hoe gon keep on calln my phone
Lil btc u gettin declined
I will never be a victim touch me and im droppin dime
I keep my eye up on that prize
Im putting in that work

And my head was bleedn way back then
Ig that made you hurt
Btc i hated all ur friends
Swr that there the fucking worse

I keep my head up keep my mind straight
Cause i got shit to get done
Its why i cut everybody of
Im not jus out here tryna run

Im gon wake up brush my teeth
Btc make a plate of eggs
Walk ina spot like who is he
Mane dont yk he up next
Its not one hoe that i feel cause all these hoes a fuckin test
Btc i need me a fuckin women
Like ariana she the besstt.

Nevr stop(prod.daln)

Echkay

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