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    Funkmaster Flex / Lyrics

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    "Rush" Lyrics

    Funkmaster Flex

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    [Lady Luck]
    Uhh, what
    Lady Luck
    Def Jam
    Shutting the game down from the whip
    To the tunnel
    You in da club
    Yo
    Bang this

    What ya'll gonna do when we rush the door
    Buy out the bar then rush the floor (niggas)
    Touch ya whore, I puff the raw
    Push a 4, wrist gonna crush ya jaw
    Don't trust a broad who rocking the Timberlands
    Criminal like Eminem don't act feminine
    But talk slick and six hit your women friends
    Ball like Wimbledon trucks like cinnamon
    It's them again (who)
    Niggas hotter then you
    It's like cop car lights with my rocks in view
    Pay homage to Luck a.k.a Chrissie Wallace
    Chick about them dollars, be a queen like Hollis
    Rockwilders, pop collars, glock hollers
    At Any nigga out to stop ours
    Cause we lug shots, mug shots, all at you blood clots
    One spot, gunshots, get the body dem hot

    (Chorus) x2
    [A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck)
    All my niggas and broads we rush the door (c'mon)
    Grap your drinks and rush the floor (c'mon)
    We keep it hot from wall to wall (c'mon)
    From the front to the rear get it crunk in here (yo, yo, yo, yeah)

    [Lady Luck]
    I came in the door, said it before
    Luck getting drunk till I fall to the floor
    Come back for more, rock wall to wall
    Ball till I score, then out by the morn
    How I dip and ride that whip I drive
    On I-95 getting hed in the ride
    Me and Root sipping Gin and The Juice
    Jewelry to loose, jeans hang over my boots
    You keep think that you bullet proof
    Till I put to your head give it a sunroof
    Good God, my whole squad hard
    And bank accounts is large
    Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm and Sean John
    Chick shake yo ass like you want some cash
    Nigga pump it fast like y
    This song was submitted on January 24th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Jon Ehrlich, Leigh Roberts, Michael Wayne Jones.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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