be lucky this time You might be lucky this time Open your heart to mine I believe, I believe you might be lucky this time You might be lucky this time
believe, I believe, you won't be sorry This time-baby Open your heart tonight I believe, I believe you might Be lucky this time You might be lucky this time
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cry in the rain I wanna bring back the joy again Open you heart to mine I believe, I believe you might Be lucky this time You might be lucky this time
I believe, I believe, you won't be sorry This time-baby Open your heart tonightI believe, I believe you might Be lucky this time You might be lucky this time
cops, just low-downs want a lick If you ain't down with the 'Van, Dyke, get off the Dick Cause I remember the time, the time, the time you tried to
! I used to know this girl that slanged the green shit Had it all goin' on, but it didn't mean shit She wanted to be a star, with big cars And all the
but baby don't put too much Sprite I'ma tip stacka, swang a big Lac'a Watchin' Andy Milonakis in my den on big plasma Addicted to Henne and that strip
see just how ya gonna die? Lucky, lucky, he landed on Carpenter Jed He just pounds nails in your forehead The pig got lucky that time But let's take
d do any harm I walked into this girl named Lucky Charm For some reason we walked in the rain She had a four-leaf clover with a big gold chain She had
Chris Brown, Big Boi, yeah Oh, she's mine and see, God knew she was mine The day I seen that guy, the big mouth bass on the line It?s time for me to retrieve
when it's clickin' These rocks when they glistening What's really good? One forty fifth on this crunk, big forty fifth in my trunk Big gouty wrists
first family, C and Mr. Chris Brown My niggas DJ and Leroy was puttin' shit down My DJ burns vocals, Ski-Daddy and Big Midge J.B. and Big Boy one crazy
record Mr. Gangster and get 'em all open With the theories, the stories, the truths, the myths Its all therapy, on top of turntable riffs This indutry's big
donA?t know me the shadow de tu muerte is quien yo soy fuck Rollin 20 homie no toys K.O.D. be banging with big boys saying that your lucky ese fuck you
cops, just low-downs want a lick If you ain't down with the 'van, dyke, get off the dick Cause I remember the time, the time, the time you tried To play
you should try keepin' it right That's understanding microphone mathematics Which leaves the currency in temporary world status And when one shows, he posed threat to this one This
Oh, that boy colder than Hova unless he sober Like I'm the president, but this ain't the takeover Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little closer Before you call this
