Lucki - Jigga 98 lyrics

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Lucki - Jigga 98 lyrics

[Verse 1: Da$h] Lil b**h you better ride with me Lil b**h you better ride with me By that look in your eyes, are you getting high with me But I got one question baby, is you dying with me On the road to riches hit that milli' extra quickly I'm on the road to riches, need to hit that milli' extra quickly That n***a talking tough, I got the semi tucked So I'm still on that bullsh**, my n***a try your luck We spin that block and bust, until my gun ain't got a full clip But you know Dolla keep it bracking I'm packing like I'm 'bout to move out Half you rappers shoulda stayed the school route n***a, I been intercontinental Trapping package in a bussing stop Catch me anywhere, maybe I'm up a block I'm outta town, ducking cops Never did I punch a clock, surely Never could you sit with us, because you wasn't working Got weed by the key, racks by the pound Dope by the breed, coke by the mound In the wintertime fiending, come and cop a bundle for you Bundle up, it's Global gang, you n***as couldn't f** with us And all my habits catching up to me Every time I laugh you know I know that's the laugh of luxury Until these crackers k** me, you f*ggot rappers are stuck with me And half these n***as gangstas but all these n***as is ducking me The f** is up, the f** you thought it was, yeah so [Verse 2: Lucki] Stupid b**h you better run with me Stupid b**h you better run with me When the police get here they taking your little a** with me If it come down to it you the one that sunk the ship b On the Run tour, I'm just a Hova, no b**h b I'm on the On the Run tour, I'm just a Hova, no b**h b I put that memo up, I got my demo tucked I hope they still don't f**, sh**, aye I tell that b**h slow up, and what I said so what I be just tryna to f**, sh**, aye On thin ice with my pup, I think heat this b**h up And watch us all go for a swim, aye We don't give no f**s, she say I'm blessed, I'm luck She throwing shade, why I need a brim, aye b**h I'm cold, b**h I'm cold like your last break up Stare deep into your soul by the time we shake up Dude flexing for his peers, I know what he made of That's p**y, p**y, p**y, p**y, mmm taste good Look homie, I'm finesse born baby Prescription meds raised me Little old giant tryna to live up to Peyton Sick promise to my momma p**y won't break it Dash lane, crash lane, f** it I'mma take it I guess that's when midnight start

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