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1995 Video (MV)




Performed By: Lucky Dreadful
Length: 3:29
Written by: Julian Jonsson




Lucky Dreadful - 1995 Lyrics




Yeah yeah yeah
Fbg one hunnid motherf*cker

Lets get it
Drop that bitch

1995 I was born a rare motherf*cker rare motherf*cker
They hating on me cuz I am the shit a real motherf*cker
Roll up when we wake til it's late motherf*cker
Got a thing for a babe with the shape of a model, ain't no lie
What you talking down for what you talking down for
You ain't never been this high
Word up to my man I'mma stand when we drop
Bandz make her dance you ain't got it then she stops
Got a plan for a team where the brand don't rot
Everybody going up but nobody's at the top
Figure how we get it nothing last forever though
I'm tryna record a track so shut down your periscope
You say that I hardly rap but when they cannot let it go
So I had to let you know I do this shit with heart and soul

Get get money f*ck hoes
I'm married to the game like a pro
Get get money f*ck hoes
I'm married to the game like a pro
And my squad going up like we came from the cellar
Whole click getting fly like propellers
Squad going up like we came from the cellar
Whole click getting fly like propellers
Yeah

Squad going up
Everyday we in the trap my mind is gone everyday I wonder where is at
I took a break like a vacay but today is pay day aka may day bitch
I don't play safe If you want it big gotta take a risk
And If you fall for a star you better make a wish
No missed calls then show off in your last pic
But every where I go bitches wonder why they aint shit
Really that's lame shit this right here grade A shit
Girls you hit wear so much make up that you almost see the paint drip
I been on my late night shift getting waisted, yeah
Motherf*cker with the sauce let's get some weight off
If you really wanna f*ck around get ready to take a loss
You can't dumb it down when it's loud all i do is

Get get money f*ck hoes
I'm married to the game like a pro
Get get money f*ck hoes
I'm married to the game like a pro
And my squad going up like we came from the cellar
Whole click getting fly like propellers
Squad going up like we came from the cellar
Whole click getting fly like propellers
Yeah

You know this our year baby
We gon get this shit motherf*cker
I been waiting like forever to get my studio in you know how im saying
And now we finally getting this shit we all in
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Yeah yeah yeah
Fbg one hunnid motherf*cker

Lets get it
Drop that bitch

1995 I was born a rare motherf*cker rare motherf*cker
They hating on me cuz I am the shit a real motherf*cker
Roll up when we wake til it's late motherf*cker
Got a thing for a babe with the shape of a model, ain't no lie
What you talking down for what you talking down for
You ain't never been this high
Word up to my man I'mma stand when we drop
Bandz make her dance you ain't got it then she stops
Got a plan for a team where the brand don't rot
Everybody going up but nobody's at the top
Figure how we get it nothing last forever though
I'm tryna record a track so shut down your periscope
You say that I hardly rap but when they cannot let it go
So I had to let you know I do this shit with heart and soul

Get get money f*ck hoes
I'm married to the game like a pro
Get get money f*ck hoes
I'm married to the game like a pro
And my squad going up like we came from the cellar
Whole click getting fly like propellers
Squad going up like we came from the cellar
Whole click getting fly like propellers
Yeah

Squad going up
Everyday we in the trap my mind is gone everyday I wonder where is at
I took a break like a vacay but today is pay day aka may day bitch
I don't play safe If you want it big gotta take a risk
And If you fall for a star you better make a wish
No missed calls then show off in your last pic
But every where I go bitches wonder why they aint shit
Really that's lame shit this right here grade A shit
Girls you hit wear so much make up that you almost see the paint drip
I been on my late night shift getting waisted, yeah
Motherf*cker with the sauce let's get some weight off
If you really wanna f*ck around get ready to take a loss
You can't dumb it down when it's loud all i do is

Get get money f*ck hoes
I'm married to the game like a pro
Get get money f*ck hoes
I'm married to the game like a pro
And my squad going up like we came from the cellar
Whole click getting fly like propellers
Squad going up like we came from the cellar
Whole click getting fly like propellers
Yeah

You know this our year baby
We gon get this shit motherf*cker
I been waiting like forever to get my studio in you know how im saying
And now we finally getting this shit we all in
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Writer: Julian Jonsson
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