Lucky Ass b*tch lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
(Again and again and again and again)
Ol' ratchet-ass b*tch (Do it again, do it again)
(f*ck me) I see you out there
(f*ck me) Tryna get your hustle on
(f*ck me) Ain't no n*gga gonna pay your muthaf*ckin' bills, b*tch
(f*ck me) Pay your own sh*t, I don't give a f*ck, ho
(Baise-moi) (Do it again, do it again)
Mac Miller, tell these hoes what's up, man (f*ck)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
She sayin', "f*ck me, f*ck me"
She like it rough and that's rugby
I'm partyin' where there's drugs free
This life I live, it don't come cheap
Leave a handprint on her buttcheek
She give me head while I puff trees
I'm on drugs, she on drugs, her nose just got bloody (Woo)
Sniffin' coke lines off my di*k, she ridin' on that train (Train)
She crushin' down that powder, I'm puffin' on this sour
Been f*ckin' her for hours and I still ain't got my nut (Nut)
You f*ckin' with that molly
She ain't gon' let you bust, ugh (Blaow)
Give me some while I hit the blunt
I'm in your spirit, let me lift it up
If Daddy come, get my sh*t and run
He gon' see my ass, go get his gun
You a devil, b*tch, let me tell you that
Feel like I been to hell and back
You textin' me, addicted, you need me, you miss it
She crazy, she nasty, every day she harass me
I'm f*ckin' her to sleep and then she pay for my taxi
Goddamn, the Sun is comin' up
That's the last time that I'm gon' be f*ckin' with them drugs, yup
[Chorus: Mac Miller & Juicy J]
She get a bunch of money (Money), spend it all on drugs (Drugs)
Mobbin' with her b*tches (b*tches), never fall in love (Love)
Dumpin' out that yayo (Yayo), sniffin' all it up (Up)
Go ahead and hate her, 'cause everybody does
Goddamn, that's a lucky-ass b*tch (-ass b*tch)
Goddamn, that's a lucky-ass b*tch (-ass b*tch)
Goddamn, that's a lucky-ass b*tch (-ass b*tch)
Goddamn, that's a lucky-ass b*tch (-ass b*tch)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
She got money, drugs and freedom (Freedom)
Blunts is what she chiefin' (Chiefin')
She ain't got a job, but f*ck it, she don't need one (No)
Drive drunk, she swervin' (Swervin')
Tryna f*ck, she certain (Certain)
Run around and stumble down, hit her head, she hurtin'
Drunk as f*ck, sniffin' pills, wildin' out, tell the b*tch to chill
Cup of syrup and a blunt of purp
Which one of my homies gon' f*ck her first? (Woo)
She in love with drugs, that pus*y get licked up
Picked up, then di*ked down
b*tch, tell me who rich now? (Rich now)
You f*ckin' with the Most Dope knuckleheads
Gettin' money, f*ck the feds
Yeah, that Stevie Wonder bread (Bread)
Ain't a rookie, ugh, that b*tch is famous—Snooki
One thing I won't do (What's that?) Pay for pus*y
[Chorus: Mac Miller & Juicy J]
She get a bunch of money (Money), spend it all on drugs (Drugs)
Mobbin' with her b*tches (b*tches), never fall in love (Love)
Dumpin' out that yayo (Yayo), sniffin' all it up (Up)
Go ahead and hate her, 'cause everybody does
Goddamn, that's a lucky-ass b*tch (-ass b*tch)
Goddamn, that's a lucky-ass b*tch (-ass b*tch)
Goddamn, that's a lucky-ass b*tch (-ass b*tch)
Goddamn, that's a lucky-ass b*tch (-ass b*tch)

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
I'm trippy, man, lookin' for a trippy chick (Trippy chick)
That like to get f*cked up and do some trippy sh*t (Mm-hmm)
Paper planes rolled up, I call 'em "trippy sticks" (Mm-hmm)
Weed, pills, and the drank (Codeine), she with it
Juicy got money and Juicy got b*tches (Yep)
Smokin' and drinkin' that Charlie Sheen liquor (Yep)
Up in this b*tch (Yep), keep two hoes with me (Yep)
Poppin' them superman pills, gettin' freaky (They freaky)
I like double D's (Uh-huh), she like double D's (b*tch)
Shawty can't lose (b*tch), she play on both teams (They goin')
Hell in her mouth (Uh-huh), her becky fire (Fire)
Molly, pills, orange juice got that b*tch wired (She high)
All my hoes got money and they keep me higher (Yessir)
Then I line 'em up for a ménage à trois-yer (Let's go)
[Chorus: Mac Miller & Juicy J]
She get a bunch of money (Money), spend it all on drugs (Drugs)
Mobbin' with her b*tches (b*tches), never fall in love (Love)
Dumpin' out that yayo (Yayo), sniffin' all it up (Up)
Go ahead and hate her, 'cause everybody does
Goddamn, that's a lucky-ass b*tch (-ass b*tch)
Goddamn, that's a lucky-ass b*tch (-ass b*tch)
Goddamn, that's a lucky-ass b*tch (-ass b*tch)
Goddamn, that's a lucky-ass b*tch (-ass b*tch)

[Outro: Juicy J]
Again and again and again and again
Trippy (Do it again, do it again)
Some high-ass music, man
This sh*t got me f*cked up right now
This music has got me in a trance
I'm stoned like a motherf*cker, n*gga
Two thousand and fifty, trippy sh*t
Yes, I am high, for the rest of my life
Was that good for you?
Was that good for you?
Was that good for you?