Mac Miller - Lucky Ass b**h lyrics

[Juicy J] Ol ratchet a** b**h (f** me) tryna get your hustle on Aint no n***a gunna pay your muthaf**in bills, b**h Get 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 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 yayo, 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, Snookie One thing I wont do, (whats that?) pay for p**y [Hook] [Verse 3: Juicy J] Im trippy mane, looking 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 living Up in this b**h keep two hoes with me Poppin them superman pills getting 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-er [Hook]