Lucki At Least I Think It's Real Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, yo, yo (Nash Effect)
Oh, ayy, ayy, yo, uh, ayy

[Verse]
Tatted on your face, at least I think that it's real
Make that shit back, kid, it's easy to me
Think she for the streets, but the streets been ghost
I throw that shit for fun, she think she teasing me
Wifi on the plane, she gon' call before she land
Super-duper car, red key in the Jeep
I'm a fast car appraiser, blue thirty popper
M boxes in Hollywood, live at the Roxy
No ho know my government, I'm Tune, I be with Scotty
Mash-off papi, I screech in the street
No more heart left 'cause I'm feedin' the beast
Real hellraiser, back when we just take shit
I'm forever blessed like Memphis Bleek, Jehovah's favorite I cut niggas off 'cause I know banks don't cover favorites
Ayy, ayy, ooh
Tatted on your face, at least I think that it's real
Tatted on your face, at least I think that it's, ooh
At least I think that's it real
Tatted on your face, at least I think that it's real
Make that shit back, kid, it's easy to me
Think she for the streets, but the streets been ghost
I throw that shit for fun, she think she teasing me
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I throw that shit for fun, she think she teasing me
Ayy, ayy, ooh, ayy, yeah (Nash Effect)
Tatted on your face so I know that it's real

e0f7569e78135df3168a07cde652ea1d