PROD. ICYTWAT

(Chorus)
love who 
hoe can’t get a dime
i get money all the time 
and I kno a bitch will lie
just to get it 
1 2 pour another line
ain’t got shit up on my mind
but codiene and living high wit no limits 
chase who 
this bitch out her mind 
who she kidding 
i ain’t had to spend it in a while 
bitches giving
Made you 
Now ya turned around 
and forgot who made ya style 
heard him moving outta bounds 
now he finished 

(Verse)
ain’t you 
i can’t come around 
I can’t fit up in ya crowd 
cause they ain’t gon be around
when it’s finished 
say truth 
niggas really clowns
i can’t even crack a smile  
when them niggas in the town 
We gon blitz em 
date you 
i ain’t got the time 
tunnel vision 
fake crew  
he don’t do no crimes
he a Christian 
hate who 
niggas outta line
imma leave the shit to time
we gon seee who really lying
and who richer

(Chorus)
love who 
hoe can’t get a dime
i get money all the time 
and I kno a bitch will lie
just to get it 
1 2 pour another line
ain’t got shit up on my mind
but codiene and living high wit no limits 
chase who 
this bitch out her mind 
who she kidding 
i ain’t had to spend it in a while 
bitches giving
Made you 
Now ya turned around 
and forgot who made ya style 
heard him moving outta bounds 
now he finished

LOVE WHO

EMOJI

Lucki Ecks - Count On Me 3

Produced by longboystyle & fatso

Lyrics:
All day I been counting fucking hunnits
I seen how you make yo money baby I aint judging
But you not for me (no)
Bitch you not for me (hoe)
But you can slide down and count this fucking guap for me
I cant argue wit these niggas cause they all is dead (broke)
And I be riding in that demon stepping on that pe (dal)
I don't wanna hurt nobody but I might just crash out
I used to be a window shopper now I pull a bag out

If she my wife don't tell the price oh girl just tell me what you want
I seen a baddie down the way so had to swoop in like a hawk
I got a way wit words she like my fucking voice and how I talk
Walk like a penguin cause my pockets filled wit all this fucking guap
I love my sluts I want a baddie wit a fattie just like Stunna
It be so hard for me to pull out when I hit without a rubber
I turned my flash on and he ran from me like 12 we got a runner
I cant find peace if niggas eating at my dreams I turn em dumber
You don't wanna function? p-p-pussy run up
Nigga crying like a baby
Go and find yo mother
My anxiety get really high I start to fucking stutter
Pouring oil down her ass its melting in its just like butter (all day!)

All day I been counting fucking hunnits
I seen how you make yo money baby I aint judging
But you not for me (no)
Bitch you not for me (hoe)
But you can slide down and count this fucking guap for me
I cant argue wit these niggas cause they all is dead (broke)
And I be riding in that demon stepping on that pe (dal)
I don't wanna hurt nobody but I might just crash out
I used to be a window shopper now I pull a bag out

Vintagé - PULL A BAG OUT

Born Again

Fashion Figure

Won't Diss You

Won’t Diss You

comprehension [malcast]

lucki spotify - https://open.spotify.com/artist/5tQMB0cuNXdCtzovGt55uD
lucki birdgang official video - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=35MtsfXGPVw

Lucki Eck$

lucki - birdgang

LUCKI ECK$ - HIDDEN PLACE

Supa Vultures EP

Nobody Knows

C CHOPPA X LUCKI - Floor Seats

Vintagé - PULL A BAG OUT

Vintagé (@typedisin)

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