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[Lady
Uhh,
Lady
Def Jam
Shutting the game from the whip
To the
You in da
Yo
this

What ya'll gonna do when we the door
Buy out the bar then rush the (niggas)
Touch ya whore, I the raw
Push a 4, wrist crush ya jaw
Don't trust a broad who rocking the
Criminal Eminem don't act feminine
But talk slick and six hit women friends
Ball like Wimbledon trucks like
them again (who)
Niggas hotter you
It's like cop car with my rocks in view
Pay homage to Luck a.k.a Chrissie
Chick about them dollars, be a like Hollis
Rockwilders, pop collars, glock
At Any out to stop ours
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)
Grap your drinks and the floor (c'mon)
We keep it hot from wall to (c'mon)
From the front to the get it crunk in here (yo, yo, yo, yeah)

[Lady
I came in the door, it before
Luck getting drunk I fall to the floor
Come back for more, rock to wall
till I score, then out by the morn
How I dip and ride whip I drive
On getting hed in the ride
Me and Root sipping Gin and The
Jewelry to loose, jeans over my boots
You keep that you bullet proof
Till I put to your give it a sunroof
Good God, my squad hard
And bank accounts is
Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) in Phat Farm and Sean John
Chick shake yo ass like you want cash
Nigga it fast like you want some ass
We flash, we blast
Whip crash, we
Got the game on smash, with my ass

(Chorus) x2

(Bridge)
[A Kid Roots] (Lady Luck)
Watch them boys riot here (ya ya ya yeah)
We to fight in here (ya ya ya yeah)
Turn off those in here (ya ya ya yeah)
We snatch y'all ice in

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

(Chorus) x2

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