Ah we gon' do it
Ah we gon do it
We gon' do it
We gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
We gon' do it
We gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
My sex is a vitamin
Take me with biotin
Bang on a ottoman
Now she bang the frying pan
I ordered the steak and it's cooked to my likening
Climbing the charts so they swearing I'm Spider Man
The feeling is frightening
The pockets is widening
The haters gon' hate
They so dirty, they trifling
A rook in the game
But they want my retirement
But I work it so hard
That the label rehiring
What's wrong with niggas
Don't you know I turnt up
(I turnt up)
What's wrong with bitches
Don't you know yo lucks up
(Yo lucks up)
What's wrong with niggas
Don't you know I turnt up
(I turnt up)
What's wrong with bitches
Don't you know yo lucks up
(Yo lucks up)
My_Kayla home
That money loud, megaphone
I see no improvements
From the things that I do
And the way that I do it
I am consuming the baddest of humans
She swallow me up and she don't even chew it
You niggas a joke and it's not too amusing
We met in the lobby, I slid her a key
She gave me some brain
And I gave a degree
I think you the best, she said do you agree
It got me to thinking about what I perceive
And what I believe
Nobody but me
I am the hardest that hardest can be
Without Kayla B then the beat incomplete
Please do repeat, who competing with me
The verses was free
Now I'm charging a G
Gimme 2 months
Now I'm charging them 3
Saw me in person, said how could it be
Yo girl wanna f*ck so I'm charging a fee
And if the toes polished, lashes popping
Piece of chocolate, damn I want her to meet the rocket
She a leaking faucet, got creamy sauces
And my rock so big that it need to orbit
Ah we gon do it
We gon' do it
We gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
We gon' do it
We gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
My sex is a vitamin
Take me with biotin
Bang on a ottoman
Now she banging the frying pan
I ordered the steak and it's cooked to my likening
Climbing the charts so they swearing I'm Spider Man
The feeling is frightening
The pockets is widening
The haters gon' hate
They so dirty, they trifling
A rook in the game
But they want my retirement
But I work it so hard
That the label rehiring
What's wrong with niggas
Don't you know I turnt up
(I turnt up)
What's wrong with bitches
Don't you know yo lucks up
(Yo lucks up)
What's wrong with niggas
Don't you know I turnt up
(I turnt up)
What's wrong with bitches
Don't you know yo lucks up
(Yo lucks up)
We don't f*ck around for real
My niggas carry that steel
F*ck around get killed
Ain't never making no deals
We don't f*ck around for real
My niggas carry that steel
F*ck around get killed
Ain't never making no deals
What's wrong with niggas
Don't you know I turnt up
(I turnt up)
What's wrong with bitches
Don't you know yo lucks up
(Yo lucks up)
What's wrong with niggas
Don't you know I turnt up
(I turnt up)
What's wrong with bitches
Don't you know yo lucks up
(Yo lucks up)
Ah we gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
We gon' do it
We gon' do it
Ah we gon do it
Ah we gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
We gon' do it
We gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
My_Kayla - Lucks Up Lyrics
My_Kayla - Lucks Up Lyrics
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English
Ah we gon' do it
Ah we gon do it
We gon' do it
We gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
We gon' do it
We gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
My sex is a vitamin
Take me with biotin
Bang on a ottoman
Now she bang the frying pan
I ordered the steak and it's cooked to my likening
Climbing the charts so they swearing I'm Spider Man
The feeling is frightening
The pockets is widening
The haters gon' hate
They so dirty, they trifling
A rook in the game
But they want my retirement
But I work it so hard
That the label rehiring
What's wrong with niggas
Don't you know I turnt up
(I turnt up)
What's wrong with bitches
Don't you know yo lucks up
(Yo lucks up)
What's wrong with niggas
Don't you know I turnt up
(I turnt up)
What's wrong with bitches
Don't you know yo lucks up
(Yo lucks up)
My_Kayla home
That money loud, megaphone
I see no improvements
From the things that I do
And the way that I do it
I am consuming the baddest of humans
She swallow me up and she don't even chew it
You niggas a joke and it's not too amusing
We met in the lobby, I slid her a key
She gave me some brain
And I gave a degree
I think you the best, she said do you agree
It got me to thinking about what I perceive
And what I believe
Nobody but me
I am the hardest that hardest can be
Without Kayla B then the beat incomplete
Please do repeat, who competing with me
The verses was free
Now I'm charging a G
Gimme 2 months
Now I'm charging them 3
Saw me in person, said how could it be
Yo girl wanna f*ck so I'm charging a fee
And if the toes polished, lashes popping
Piece of chocolate, damn I want her to meet the rocket
She a leaking faucet, got creamy sauces
And my rock so big that it need to orbit
Ah we gon do it
We gon' do it
We gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
We gon' do it
We gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
My sex is a vitamin
Take me with biotin
Bang on a ottoman
Now she banging the frying pan
I ordered the steak and it's cooked to my likening
Climbing the charts so they swearing I'm Spider Man
The feeling is frightening
The pockets is widening
The haters gon' hate
They so dirty, they trifling
A rook in the game
But they want my retirement
But I work it so hard
That the label rehiring
What's wrong with niggas
Don't you know I turnt up
(I turnt up)
What's wrong with bitches
Don't you know yo lucks up
(Yo lucks up)
What's wrong with niggas
Don't you know I turnt up
(I turnt up)
What's wrong with bitches
Don't you know yo lucks up
(Yo lucks up)
We don't f*ck around for real
My niggas carry that steel
F*ck around get killed
Ain't never making no deals
We don't f*ck around for real
My niggas carry that steel
F*ck around get killed
Ain't never making no deals
What's wrong with niggas
Don't you know I turnt up
(I turnt up)
What's wrong with bitches
Don't you know yo lucks up
(Yo lucks up)
What's wrong with niggas
Don't you know I turnt up
(I turnt up)
What's wrong with bitches
Don't you know yo lucks up
(Yo lucks up)
Ah we gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
We gon' do it
We gon' do it
Ah we gon do it
Ah we gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
We gon' do it
We gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
Ah we gon do it
We gon' do it
We gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
We gon' do it
We gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
My sex is a vitamin
Take me with biotin
Bang on a ottoman
Now she bang the frying pan
I ordered the steak and it's cooked to my likening
Climbing the charts so they swearing I'm Spider Man
The feeling is frightening
The pockets is widening
The haters gon' hate
They so dirty, they trifling
A rook in the game
But they want my retirement
But I work it so hard
That the label rehiring
What's wrong with niggas
Don't you know I turnt up
(I turnt up)
What's wrong with bitches
Don't you know yo lucks up
(Yo lucks up)
What's wrong with niggas
Don't you know I turnt up
(I turnt up)
What's wrong with bitches
Don't you know yo lucks up
(Yo lucks up)
My_Kayla home
That money loud, megaphone
I see no improvements
From the things that I do
And the way that I do it
I am consuming the baddest of humans
She swallow me up and she don't even chew it
You niggas a joke and it's not too amusing
We met in the lobby, I slid her a key
She gave me some brain
And I gave a degree
I think you the best, she said do you agree
It got me to thinking about what I perceive
And what I believe
Nobody but me
I am the hardest that hardest can be
Without Kayla B then the beat incomplete
Please do repeat, who competing with me
The verses was free
Now I'm charging a G
Gimme 2 months
Now I'm charging them 3
Saw me in person, said how could it be
Yo girl wanna f*ck so I'm charging a fee
And if the toes polished, lashes popping
Piece of chocolate, damn I want her to meet the rocket
She a leaking faucet, got creamy sauces
And my rock so big that it need to orbit
Ah we gon do it
We gon' do it
We gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
We gon' do it
We gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
My sex is a vitamin
Take me with biotin
Bang on a ottoman
Now she banging the frying pan
I ordered the steak and it's cooked to my likening
Climbing the charts so they swearing I'm Spider Man
The feeling is frightening
The pockets is widening
The haters gon' hate
They so dirty, they trifling
A rook in the game
But they want my retirement
But I work it so hard
That the label rehiring
What's wrong with niggas
Don't you know I turnt up
(I turnt up)
What's wrong with bitches
Don't you know yo lucks up
(Yo lucks up)
What's wrong with niggas
Don't you know I turnt up
(I turnt up)
What's wrong with bitches
Don't you know yo lucks up
(Yo lucks up)
We don't f*ck around for real
My niggas carry that steel
F*ck around get killed
Ain't never making no deals
We don't f*ck around for real
My niggas carry that steel
F*ck around get killed
Ain't never making no deals
What's wrong with niggas
Don't you know I turnt up
(I turnt up)
What's wrong with bitches
Don't you know yo lucks up
(Yo lucks up)
What's wrong with niggas
Don't you know I turnt up
(I turnt up)
What's wrong with bitches
Don't you know yo lucks up
(Yo lucks up)
Ah we gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
We gon' do it
We gon' do it
Ah we gon do it
Ah we gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it
We gon' do it
We gon' do it
Ah we gon' do it