Lucki Cocaine Woman
When I, I'm waking up to used products
I'm like "fuck", how I let you get to me?
You make all whites look bad like African history
You make all nights look sad like drunk parents but me
I keep letting you use me for a f..cking get up
Somehow I don't know how to stop, it's like a f..cking hiccup
Besides the fact of you being a drug addicted hipster
I see past the coke residue and carpet stains of liquor
Even though you are Satan
I can't get over my love for you
You see, no matter how many re-ups you snorted you still gon give me that effect
You see, no matter big deals you smoked up you still gon give me that effect
You make me want to stop trapping, at least until you overdose of your fix
But if that happens, my heart will be broken, so here's your fix
You get me every time with your childhood stories
You use me, I'm in denial, I'm like a father on Maury
I lose a lot, I ignore it
But when I'm broke it's your fault
When my connect call me and tell me no more being short
You'll be gone by then, onto another young dealer
Just hope you pull your cards right cause you might meet the wrong dealer
Like, white bitch, even though you are Satan
I can't get over my love for you
You see, no matter how many big deals you smoked up you still gon give me that effect
You see, no matter how many re-ups you snorted you still gon give me that effect
You f..cking slut
