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Lucki Mubu

[Intro]
Me, I want what's coming to me
Oh well, what's comin' to you, Tony?
The world, Chico
Ayy, okay
Uh, ayy
Okay
Uh, look

[Chorus]
My young niggas run Telegram
I'm up off sixty milligrams
I jus' f..cked but she been a fan
No two-hand touch, play kill a man
Real deal junkie, but a businessman
I sealed the deal with a seal in hand
I turnt her out to Chanel and Marni
I cash her out before saying I'm sorry
I took a lot but I feel it hardly, shit
[Verse]
Everything go my way
Ridin' in the track like a date
Know I look sleepy, but I can't stay
Look like he eatin', but he in the way
Part of me wanna forget it and part of me wanna get you out the way
I got two hundred in jewelry and don't got a pendant, I barely be wеarin' a chain
My baby know how I'm livin', she know how I'm gifted, she said I'm gon' throw it away
Shе say she sick of the bag, she want somethin' fast
She know that I'm finna' ignore her
I took out sixty in cash, the bank teller be gettin' mad because I ain't order
He went from riches to rags
And I really can't be sad, because I told 'em
Bitch got an AP 'cause I adore her
I jus' bought it to shit on yours
I jus' spent three hundred in like three weeks, and next week, I'm on tour
You could jus' man up, band up, man up, band up
Young nigga, it's your choice
You could jus' man up, band up, man up, band up
Young nigga, it's your choice
Huh, ayy
Ayy, ayy, uh

[Chorus]
My young niggas run Telegram
I'm up off sixty milligrams
I jus' f..cked but she been a fan
No two-hand touch, play kill a man
Real deal junkie, but a businessman
I sealed the deal with a seal in hand
I turnt' her out to Chanel and Marni
I cash her out before saying I'm sorry
I took a lot but I feel it hardly, shit
[Outro]
You could jus' man up, band up
Man up, band up
Young nigga, it's just your choice
You could jus' man up, band up
Man up, band up
Ayy, uh
My young niggas run Telegram, ayy, ayy
My young niggas run Telegram
I'm up off sixty milligrams
I jus' f..cked but she been a fan
No two-hand touch, play kill a man
Real deal— but a businessman
My young niggas run Telegram, huh
You could jus' man up, band up
You know that EFG
That way, not the other way
Forever this way
Fuck everybody forever ever, it is what it is, ha
Yup


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