Tunevert Lyrics – LUCKI
I want a chain, bet I’m stealin’ it
The more that you call, I ain’t feelin’ it
I wanna, aye
Aye
I gave a *** the best of me
Aye, aye
I gave a *** the best of me
I gave a good *** what’s left of me
Aye, aye, yeah
Aye
I gave a *** the best of me
I gave a good *** what’s left of me
See what she had a lean recipe
Crash out in SoHo, I wake up in Beverly
I want a chain, bet I’m stealin’ it
The more that you call me, the more I ain’t feelin’ it
I got a problem remembering
Back on them bars like I’m waiting for sentencing
SVI Range at the residence
Woke up the neighbors, they think I be selling ***
And my *** just found me a better ***
And my watch all Vs, she a veteran
Trackhawk cost two cheap foreigns
Free slime, I’ma still drink for em’ (Taurus)
I’m paid, but this *** gettin’ boring
My son ain’t even like it’s new Rick Owens
***, mm, aye
Hunnid thousand time [?], and it’s all rose
She’ll show it, she’ll sell it and I’m all for it
Just pray my brothers never get jealous
*** what’s mine is yours
She too pretty to be that Balenci ***
I ain’t got time for it
She too pretty to be that, uh, ***
I ain’t got time for it
Trackhawk, stomp the gas
She got whiplash
Bust a Presi, bet it make her old *** mad
Trackhawk, stomp the gas
She got whiplash
Bust a Presi, bet it make her old *** mad
I boss up a city girl, call me Tune Vert
Haha
Aye, aye
I boss up a city girl, call me Tune Vert
Pay the refs, and place a bet that’s how the game work