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LUCKI & Veeze - TWIN FLOW (Official Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LUCKI
LUCKI
Vocals
Veeze
Veeze
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LUCKI
LUCKI
Songwriter
karon malcolm vantrees
karon malcolm vantrees
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Icey
Yung Icey
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Engineer
Mayday
Mayday
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Icey, I'm so sick of you
Aye, aye
[Verse 1]
Couldn't count on my hands, treatin' money like friends
I'll make a ho day, probably ruin it the same way
I'm Hellcat Tune, now the Track' a throwaway
My lil' bitch be off to Pluto, she think she my protégé
I'ma start to miss Xans', if you love me, be prayin'
Fast money, hot topic, crazy 'bout her, but got options
I'm all cashed out, but I'm never out of pocket
I'm made like LUCKI, but I'm in it for the money
Think I'm cruisin' in the Cully, but I'm really doin' a hundred
I'm with good and bad ****, they could do you or just rob you
I'm a Adderall demon in the Lamb' like Paul Walker
I be prayin' when I'm speedin', prolly' sinnin' when God talkin'
I know nothin' in life is free, ain't no good come from cheap
Pull up loudеr sippin' lean, and valet can't keep the kеy
If you see me, take a picture, 'cause this outfit cost a key
It was whippets in the Bentley, it's a shame, but somethin' to see
[Verse 2]
Way it's pokin' out my pocket, **** forced to pocket watching
I got drank up in the party, still gon' make the sky sparkle
She a freak hoe, never get a ring, Charles Barkley
Too much money in my pants, twin, can't even find the car key
Girl, that pussy way to hot right now, I can't even afford it
God, save us from this Wocky drought, last few weeks been torture
I'm so petty, I go to the airport in a fit that cost a mortgage
Check my wrist, that bitch a president, like police escort
You know me, C.E.O., president, I run my own shit
We in the 'Rari with them blickies on us, like Mike Lowrey did
I'm so snake, I really like tall grass, I hate on lawn care
She wanna know how to get to my heart, I gotta see how that throat hit
I put so much game on a bitch, she thought I was readin' a movie script (Aye, aye, aye)
I still wanna know who made hunnids blue (Aye)
I still gotta thank him (Aye, aye, aye)
[Verse 3]
That money ain't gon' do it, but that drank gon' change ****
Foenem said I'm like Superman, I'm up off painkillers
She saw me out in traffic, I look like a main ****
I said my name to her, she already knew that I played with her
I nod off of that drank, ho wanna be a baby sitter
I do this shit for the mob, they in the sky, can't take me with 'em
I wonder if it was gon' fly, if she had kept her bestie with her
I play this shit by eye, I'm still gon' keep my ear to ****
I still can't feel my face, it's me and twin, we left some ****
I told you in the way, I'ma run you over you let me, ****
[Outro]
Damn, haha
I can't count my–, aye
Can't count on my hands, treatin' money like friends
I'ma–, aye, aye
Written by: LUCKI, karon malcolm vantrees
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