Lucki - LowLife lyrics

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Lucki - LowLife lyrics

[Verse 1] I got propane in my A.P.C's I know all about my plug he is a low life I know all about my b**h she is a low life I know all about myself, I'm one of them Them cross the street when you see them boys, I run with them f**ing finesse the ride bouncer I ain't come with them I am hovering Xanax and down the substances Keep trying to stop Withdrawal driving through my stomach man Been anti-public man High while made alternative trap On my brothers and My heir tryna get my homie back up on this block again Prepares if he stabbed you in the back I carved a knife for him Ain't man that's f**ed up Facing woods, chasing stains, It's me, Javon and Sawbuck Tell them how I love her New b**h like every five months Its gang gang baby, do the same thing baby I'm Curt Henning perfect, what you sayin Plain Janey b**h I'm bossy, boy I'm gang when Im talking to you Girl these d** don't feel the same when I bought 'em for you Her school all up in your ear But you ain't gon own me sh** boo Girl these d** don't feel the same when I bought 'em for you Oh you heard about my tactics Well I got a new playbook Vibrate in the groupchat, hoping your a** stay shook 56 [?] I think my face go Hit my peak already man, I think I'm just stay home [Hook] I might find myself stuck in my head And I might find myself lost and its alright And you might myself stuck in your head Do whatever to get high I'm a low life I'm a low life I'm cooling with some low life [Verse 2] I might just go, gone and rob bank today I might superman this b**h and Bape towel the cape I have just gone by myself and made mistakes And I'm a selfish guy, delete your instagram bae And I'm still Outwest, good Outsouth when it matter Wicker Park legends on rooftops off ladders Pound sign b**h I'm that boy All he got a quarter pound Take them down my cheese royal p**y hunna twelve ducking, real running Nunu pack, skate man, looking Lauren London And check your homie dawg he talking to his sleeve youth Check your homie dawg he talking to his sleeve too [Hook] I might find myself stuck in my head And I might find myself lost and its alright And you might myself stuck in your head Do whatever to get high I'm a low life Yup, I'm a low life I'm black out with some low life Low life

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