Juicy J - Lucky Ass b**h lyrics

[Intro] (Again and again, and again, and again, Do It Again!) Ol' ratchet a** b**h (f** me) I see you out there, tryna get your hustle on Ain't no n***a gunna pay your muthaf**in' bills, b**h Pay your own sh**, I don't give a f**, ho Mac Miller, tell these hoes what's up, man [Verse 1: Mac Miller] She sayin' "f** me, f** me," she like it rough and that's rugby I'm partyin' where there's d** free, this life to live, it don't come cheap Leave a hand print on her bu*t cheek, she give me head while I puff trees I'm on d**, she on d**, 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 f**in' her for hours and I still ain't got my nut You f**in' with that molly, she ain't gon' let you bust (Blam!) Give me some while I hit the blunt, I'm in ya spirit, let me lift it up If daddy come, get my sh** and run, he gon' see my a**, go and get his gun You a devil b**h, 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 hara** me I'm f**in' 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 f**in' with them d** Yup [Hook] She get a bunch of money, spend it all on d** Mobbin' with her b**hes, never fall in love Dumpin' out that yeyo, sniffin' all it up Go ahead and hate her, cause everybody does God damn, that's a lucky a** b**h X4 [Verse 2: Mac Miller] She got money, d** and freedom, blunts what she's cheefin' She ain't got a job, but f** it, she don't need one Drive drunk, she swervin', tryna f**, she's certain Run around and stumble down, hit her head, she hurtin' Drunk as f**, sniffin' pills, wildin' out, tell the b**h to chill Cup of syrup and a blunt of purp Which one of my homie's gon' f** her first? She in love with d**, that p**y get licked up Picked up, then dicked down, b**h, tell me who rich now? You f**in' with the Most Dope knuckleheads Gettin' money, f** the feds, yeah that Stevie Wonder bread Ain't a rookie, uh, that b**h is famous, Snooki One thing I won't do, (what's that?) pay for p**y [Hook] She get a bunch of money, spend it all on d** Mobbin' with her b**hes, never fall in love Dumpin' out that yeyo, sniffin' all it up Go ahead and hate her, cause everybody does God damn, that's a lucky a** b**h X4 [Verse 3: Juicy J] I'm trippy mane, lookin' for a trippy chick That like to get f**ed up and do some trippy sh** Paper planes rolled up I call them trippy sticks Weed, pills, and the drank (codeine)-- she with it Juicy got money and juicy got b**hes Smoking and drinking that Charlie Sheen liquor Up in this b**h, keep two hoes with me Poppin' them superman pills, gettin' 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 b**h wired All my hoes got money and they keep me higher Then I line em' up for a menage-a-tois [Hook] She get a bunch of money, spend it all on d** Mobbin' with her b**hes, never fall in love Dumpin' out that yeyo, sniffin' all it up Go ahead and hate her, cause everybody does God damn, that's a lucky a** b**h X4