Lyrics LUCKI – MY WAY / CODEINE COWBOY

Ayy, ayy, I'm on super-duper, uh
Ayy, ayy
I'm on super-duper space time, ho can't get a call back
Ayy, ayy, ayy

I'm on super-duper space time, ho can't get a call back
Why you fakin' like you through with me? Wouldn't leave if there was two of me
Fast cars and pretty girls, 'cause what else I'ma do with it?
Still gettin' high in a drought, but I ask the drink man, now I ain't losin' it
Everything my way, everything my way and she cool with it

Rap about it but do this shit, rap about it and boot the bitch
James Bond, AMG, [?] 'til I get two of them
[?] she not my bitch, don't like it, she cool with it
Thirty dollars for a Crush, I'ma put way more of the deuce in it
Me and her been goin' good, but thе bitch so pretty, might ruin it
Make her say, "I can't wanna bе over there," like I wanna be there if it's you and them
I want less than five percent 'cause I think they could still see jewelry
Nigga don't like I talk too much, I know what's up, he cool with me
I fuck her, she wanna be AJ
Give her high hat, young and a payday
Can't teach you because I know
He scary, so he gon' go
Got rich and turned to Gotti, they'll both hit for me in the lobby
Is he on three drugs like probably
He a hipster, but he won't—
You know, ha
Ayy

Ayy, I'm on super-duper space time, ho can't get a call back
I'm on super-duper space time, ho can't get a call back
Why you fakin' like you through with me? Wouldn't leave if there was two of me
Fast cars and pretty girls, 'cause what else I'ma do with it?
Still gettin' high in a drought, but I ask the drink man, now I ain't losin' it
Everything my way, everything my way and she cool with it

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Man, I'm on super-duper space time, ho can't get a call back
I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, I'm on
Ho can't get a call back
Neptune

(GOONTEX) Ayy, ayy (BrentRambo), ayy, I'm coolin' where I'm loved, drinkin'— (I'm not no lame though, shoutout to Samsson)
Ayy, ayy
Codeine what I love drinkin', codeine with my thugs
We ain't what we was, but it's still different 'cause we blood

Realest junkie you know, pretty and she lie good
New York ho a dub, get in Houston, hold her son
Ayy, look, ayy
You doin' you, I think it's cool though, ayy
You doin' you, I think it's cool though, 'specially if you look better
Everybody watchin', watchin' every comment
Turn into a giant but when I'm home, you keep it quiet
Rockstar drugs, I'm on
I'm on rockstar drugs, pop star bitches
G.I. Joe guns, gotta shoot for every business
Dreamer and a lover, I play God when I get bored
In the city and I miss you, I might bring you on a tour
Rockstar drugs, 'Raq nigga mental
American muscle cars, loud and fast like the bitches
Ayy, ayy
I can't cry over the bitch because my— ayy
I can't cry over the bitch because my brother gone
Know it's brazy in that mix, just gotta make it home
I could see how much I miss you through the Sytrofoam
I'm on, I'm on (GOONTEX)
Ayy

Ayy, I'm coolin' where I'm—
Ayy, ayy, I'm coolin' where I'm loved, drinkin' codeine with my thug
We ain't was, but it's still different 'cause we—

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