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[Lady
Uhh,
Luck
Def Jam
Shutting the game down the whip
To the
You in da
Yo
Bang

What ya'll gonna do when we rush the
Buy out the bar rush the floor (niggas)
ya whore, I puff the raw
Push a 4, gonna crush ya jaw
Don't trust a broad who rocking the
like Eminem don't act feminine
But talk slick and six hit your women
Ball like Wimbledon trucks like
It's them (who)
Niggas hotter you
It's like cop car lights with my rocks in
Pay to Luck a.k.a Chrissie Wallace
Chick about them dollars, be a queen Hollis
Rockwilders, pop collars, glock
At Any nigga out to stop
Cause we lug shots, mug shots, all at you blood
One spot, gunshots, get the dem hot

(Chorus) x2
[A Kid Called (Lady Luck)
All my niggas and broads we the door (c'mon)
your drinks and rush the floor (c'mon)
We keep it hot from wall to (c'mon)
From the to the rear get it crunk in here (yo, yo, yo, yeah)

[Lady
I in the door, said it before
Luck drunk till I fall to the floor
Come back for more, wall to wall
Ball till I score, then out by the
How I dip and ride whip I drive
On I-95 hed in the ride
Me and Root Gin and The Juice
Jewelry to loose, jeans hang over my
You keep that you bullet proof
Till I put to your give it a sunroof
Good God, my whole squad
And accounts is large
Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) in Phat Farm and Sean John
Chick yo ass like you want some cash
Nigga pump it like you want some ass
We don't flash, we
Whip crash, we
Got the game on smash, my sexy ass

(Chorus) x2

(Bridge)
[A Kid Called (Lady Luck)
Watch them boys riot here (ya ya ya yeah)
We to fight in here (ya ya ya yeah)
off those lights in here (ya ya ya yeah)
We snatch ice in here

Luck]
I me and my medicine
off Excedrin
Luck spit better than you veterans
In a hundred degree whether she got skin
Never with problems if the cheddar ain't in
Let us begin on how y'all again will win
Vodka and gin will have my fist ya chin
Smoke till like Lil Kim - slim
Light skin, fight men, life exciting
Move lighting, can't do the wife thing
an ice ring, lips very enticing
Look this is my thing, the fat chick sing
I sex tracks with Viagra and
to bling bling, your glocks go Bing Bing
Mines go BLOW, hater how you like me now
The flow, the style, the dough, pow
For Def Jam, Kev Liles, now it's

(Chorus) x2

[Lady
Bounce, c'mon, Def Jam (yeah)
(Ya ya yeah) Luck, Roots, Roots (yeah)
'cause-on, 'cause-on, party on, on
Uh ya ya (x3)