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LUCKI - BRAZY WEEKEND (Lyrics)

Ayy, ayy
Ho probably stalk everybody I be around, ayy
Ho probably stalk everybody I be around, that's the reason you won't see me out
Give her the world, but she probably need the clout, give the world somethin' to read about

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LUCKI - BRAZY WEEKEND (Lyrics)

Ayy, ayy
Ho probably stalk everybody I be around, ayy
Ho probably stalk everybody I be around, that's the reason you won't see me out
Give her the world, but she probably need the clout, give the world somethin' to read about
I got a show, to the venue we in route, I was seein' where the lean about
Miss Miami, I took 'bout sixty thou', bought twenty ones to drink
em out
Miss my ex, so I'm catchin' out stripper hoes 'cause they really make me think about her
It's me and Macks and we only come Matty Boy, another ten I ain't even count, it

[Verse]
Friday mornin' they sent another bag, favorite ho get the other cash
Fuck when a ho tryin to ruin my legacy, she be makin' my brothers mad


Can't quit lean baby girl, what's best for me? I keep livin' my fuckin' rap
I'm gettin' geeked up like I never been, like it will bring my brother back
SRTs might be the death of me, so I'm paintin' that reaper black
I'm in the mix baby girl, what's best for me? Bet you couldn't even read me that
Give me your all like it was left for me, that shit still don't even out
Livin' the shit I was dreamin' 'bout
Richer the faker the people out
Drivin' the car, should've read about
Shop all the time and I'm spendin' out
Love really out and I'm workin' for it
I give out the shit I was sinnin' 'bout
Wock' purple heart on the [?]
I can't be high if I'm leavin' now
Wock' purple heart on the split, ho wanna come for the spill


Shit

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy
Ho probably stalk everybody I be around, ayy
Ho probably stalk everybody I be around, that's the reason you won't see me out
Give her the world, but she probably need the clout
Get her up, so I'm worried about
I got a show, to the venue when you around
I was seein' where the lean about
Miss Miami, I took 'bout sixty thou', bought twenty ones to drink
em out
Miss my ex, so I'm catchin' out stripper hoes 'cause they really make me think about her
It's me and Macks and we only come Matty Boy


Another ten I ain't even count