Lucky Ass Bitch Lyrics - Macadelic - Mac Miller

(Again and again, and again, and again, Do It Again!) Ol' ratchet ass bitch 

(Fuck me) I see you out there, tryna get your hustle on 

Ain't no nigga gunna pay your muthafuckin' bills, bitch 

Pay your own shit, I don't give a fuck, ho 

Mac Miller, tell these hoes what's up, man 

[Verse 1: Mac Miller] 

She sayin' fuck me, fuck me, she like it rough and that's rugby 

I'm partyin' where there's drugs free, this life to live, it don't come cheap 

Leave a hand print on her butt cheek, she give me head while I puff trees 

I'm on drugs, she on drugs, her nose just got bloody 

Sniffin' coke lines off my dick, she ridin' on that train 

She crushin' down that powder, I'm puffin' on this Sour 

Been fuckin' her for hours and I still ain't got my nut 

You fuckin' with that molly, she ain't gon' let you bust (Blam!) 

Give me some while I hit the blunt, I'm in ya spirit, let me lift it up 

If daddy come, get my shit and run, he gon' see my ass, go and get his gun 

You a devil bitch, 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, everyday she harass me 

I'm fuckin' her to sleep and then she pay for my taxi 

God damn, the sun is comin' up 

That's the last time that I'm gon' be fuckin' with them drugs 

Yup 

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[Hook] 

She get a bunch of money, spend it all on drugs 

Mobbin' with her bitches, never fall in love 

Dumpin' out that yeyo, sniffin' all it up 

Go ahead and hate her, cause everybody does 

God damn, that's a lucky ass bitch X4 

[Verse 2: Mac Miller] 

She got money, drugs and freedom, blunts what she's cheefin' 

She ain't got a job, but fuck it, she don't need one 

Drive drunk, she swervin', tryna fuck, she's certain 

Run around and stumble down, hit her head, she hurtin' 

Drunk as fuck, sniffin' pills, wildin' out, tell the bitch to chill 

Cup of syrup and a blunt of purp 

Which one of my homie's gon' fuck her first? 

She in love with drugs, that pussy get licked up 

Picked up, then dicked down, bitch, tell me who rich now? 

You fuckin' with the Most Dope knuckleheads 

Gettin' money, fuck the feds, yeah that Stevie Wonder bread 

Ain't a rookie, uh, that bitch is famous, Snooki 

One thing I won't do, (what's that?) pay for pussy 

Photos 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Juicy J] 

I'm trippy mane, lookin' for a trippy chick 

That like to get fucked up and do some trippy shit 

Paper planes rolled up I call them trippy sticks 

Weed, pills, and the drank (coedine) -- she with it 

Juicy got money and juicy got bitches 

Smoking and drinking that Charlie Sheen liquor 

Up in this bitch keep two hoes with me 

Poppin' them superman pills getting freaky (they freaky) 

I like double D's, she like double D's 

Shawty can't lose, she play on both teams 

Hell in her mouth, her becky fire 

Molly pills, orange juice got the bitch wired 

All my hoes got money and they keep me higher 

Then I line em' up for a menage-a-tois 

[Hook]