เนื้อเพลง Lucky Ass B*tch - Mac Miller

[Juicy J]
Ol' ratchet ass b*tch
(F*ck me) tryna get your hustle on
Ain't no n*gga gunna pay your muthaf*ckin' bills, b*tch
Get your own sh*t, I don't give a f*ck, ho
Mac Miller, tell these hoes what's up, man

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
She sayin' f*ck me, f*ck me, she like it rough and that's rugby
I'm partyin' where there's drugs free, this life to live, it don't come cheap
Leave a hand print on her b*tt cheek, she give me head while I puff trees
I'm on drugs, she on drugs, her nose just got bloody
Sniffin' coke lines off my d*ck, she ridin' on that train
She crushin' down that powder, I'm puffin' on this Sour
Been f*ckin' her for hours and I still ain't got my nut
You f*ckin' 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*t and run, he gon' see my ass, go and get his gun
You a devil b*tch, 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 harass me
I'm f*ckin' 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*ckin' with them drugs
Yup

[Hook]
She get a bunch of money, spend it all on drugs
Mobbin' with her b*tches, 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 Ass B*tch [X4]

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
She got money, drugs and freedom, blunts what she's cheefin'
She ain't got a job, but f*ck it, she don't need one
Drive drunk, she swervin', tryna f*ck, she's certain
Run around and stumble down, hit her head, she hurtin'
Drunk as f*ck, sniffin' pills, wildin' out, tell the b*tch to chill
Cup of syrup and a blunt of purp
Which one of my homie's gon' f*ck her first?
She in love with drugs, that p*ssy get licked up
Picked up, then d*cked down, b*tch, tell me who rich now?
You f*ckin' with the Most Dope knuckleheads
Gettin' money, f*ck the feds, yeah that Stevie Wonder bread
Ain't a rookie, uh, that b*tch is famous, Snookie
One thing I won't do, (what's that?) pay for p*ssy

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
I'm trippy mane, looking for a trippy chick
That like to get f*cked up and do some trippy sh*t
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*tches
Smoking and drinking that Charlie Sheen living
Up in this b*tch 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*tch wired
All my hoes got money and they keep me higher
Then I line em' up for a menage-a-tois-er

[Hook]