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lirik lagu nitin randhawa - lucky you [nitin randhawa remix]

[intro: joyner lucas]
whoa, joyner, joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah

[bridge: joyner lucas]
yeah, i done did a lot of things in my day, i admit it
i don’t take back what i say, if i said it then i meant it
all my life, i want a grammy, but i’ll prolly never get it
i ain’t never had no trophy or no motherf-ckin’ ribbon (ay, yah yah)
f-ck the system, i’m that n-gga, bend the law, cut the rules
i’m about to risk it all, i ain’t got too much to lose
y’all been eatin’ long enough, it’s my turn to cut the food
p-ss the plate! where my drink? this my day, lucky you
f-ck you too, woo!

[chorus: joyner lucas]
y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move
give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move, give me the juice

[verse 1: joyner lucas]
back on my bullsh-t, my back to the wall
turn my back on you, all of you finished
back to these bullets, it’s back to the job
pull my mac out and all of you runnin’
back on my hood sh-t, it’s back to the pushin’
these packs and i’m actually pumpin’
can’t f-ck with you rappers, you practically suckin’
you mighta’ went platinum, but that don’t mean nothin’
i’m actually buzzin’ this time
straight out the kitchen, i told ’em the oven is mine
i do not f-ck with you guys
if i don’t k!ll you, just know you gon’ suffer this time
i ain’t no gangster but i got some bangers
some chains and some blades and a couple of knives
choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree
my twelve days of christmas was nothin’ but lies (ay)
i run at you hard like a sumo (sumo)
they say i talk like a chulo (chulo)
i live in mars, i’m not bruno (woo)
b-tch i’m a dog, call me “cujo” (rah)
you play your cards, i reverse on you all
and i might just drop 4 like a uno (bup)
cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, and all of you culo (joyner)
they’ve invented a level up in the ghetto to get old
lookin’ for somethin’ i prolly can never find now
sh-t get relevant until the beef die down
in truth a n-gga just really want me tied down
i’ve been alone and i never needed n0body
just only me and my shotty, i’ll tell these n-ggas to lie down
keep all the money, i never wanted the lifestyle
i just pray to god that my son’ll be alright now
i said ain’t no love for the other side
or anyone who ever want smoke (joyner)
when i die i’m goin’ out as the underdog who never lost hope (yeah)
you in the wrong cab down the wrong path
n-gga, wrong way, wrong road (woo)
snakes in the gr-ss tryna slither fast
i just bought a f-ckin’

[interlude: elton john]
hi! it’s uh—logic? hi, sorry. it’s elton john calling you! um, i hope you don’t mind me getting you on your mobile–or not getting on your mobile, but i was just, uh—congratulating you first of all on your performance at the grammys and then i was asking you—i was gonna ask you if you’d like to do something for me, and i will ring you back later and see—and talk about it, thanks!

[verse 2: logic]
hold on, let me bring it back
everybody know i’m bringing the facts
and they wonder why i got it like that
’cause i put everything right on the track
and you know i’ma f-ck around and let it go
i been living like woah, i been living, you already know
and these motherf-ckers wanna take up on every mistake
and i’m showing where i’m going
and i’m knowing what i’m doing, intuition never switching
on a mission, motherf-cker, why is you b-tching? why is you b-tching?
like god d-mn, i’m like (oh god)
hold up, wait a minute, they ain’t ready for the hook
it’s another day, another book
i feel like indiana in atlanta, hotter than havana
coming with the stamina
b-tch, put down your camera, and live in the moment
this sh-t right here, everybody gon’ want it, so what up wit’ it?
any and everybody talk about the boy changing
y’all can just shut up wit’ it ’cause i know
ain’t none of y’all getting the flow, boy…

[bridge: eminem]
i done said a lotta things in my day, i admit it
this is payback in a way, i regret it that i did it
i done won a couple grammys, but i sold my soul to get ’em
wasn’t in it for the trophies, just the f-ckin’ recognition
f-ck’s the difference?
i’m that cracker, bend the law, f-ck the rules
man i used to risk it all, now i got too much to lose
i’ve been eatin’ long enough, man my stomach should be full
i just ate, l!cked the plate, my buffet, lucky me
f-ck you think? (woo!)

[verse 2: eminem]
i got a couple of mansions
still i don’t have any manners
you got a couple of ghost writers
but to these kids it don’t actually matter
they’re askin’ me, “what the f-ck happened to hip-hop?”
i said, “i don’t have any answers.”
’cause i took an l when i dropped my last album
it hurt me like h-ll but i’m back on these rappers
and actually comin’ from humble beginnings
i’m somewhat uncomfortable winning
i wish i could say “what a wonderful feeling!”
“we’re on the upswing like we’re punchin’ the ceiling!”
but nothin’ is feeling like anyone has any f-ckin’ ability
to even stick to a subject, it’s k!llin’ me
the inability to pen humility
hatata batata, why don’t we make a bunch of
f-ckin’ songs about nothin’ and mumble ’em?
f-ck it, i’m goin’ for the jugular
sh-t is a circus, you clowns that are comin’ up
don’t give an ounce of a motherf-ck
about the ones that were here before you that made rap
let’s recap, way back, mc’s that wreak havoc on tape decks
adat’s, where the g raps and kanes at?
we need 3 stacks asap and bring masta ace back
’cause half of these rappers have brain damage
all the lean rappin’, face tats, syruped out like tree sap
i don’t hate trap, and i don’t wanna seem mad
but in fact, where the old me at? the same cat
that would take that feed-back and aim back, i need that
but i think it’s inevitable
they know what b-tton to press or what lever to pull
to get me to snap though (lil’ b-tch)
and if i pay it attention i’m probably makin’ it bigger
but you’ve been takin’ ya d-cks in the f-ckin’ back, ho (get it?)
on the brink, any minute got me thinkin’ of finishin’
everything with acetaminophen and reapin’ the benefits
i’m asleep at the wheel again
as i peak into thinkin’ about an evil intent
of another beat i’ma k!ll again
’cause even if i gotta end up eatin’ a pill again
even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin
it better be at least 70 or 300 milligram
and i might as well ’cause i’ma end up bein’ a villain again
levels to this sh-t, i got an elevator
you could never say to me i’m not a f-ckin’ record breaker
i sound like a broken record every time i break a record
n0body could ever take away the legacy i made, i never cater
motherf-cker, now i got a right to be this way
i got spite inside my dna
but i wrote ’til the wheels fall off, i’m workin’ tirelessly, ayy
it’s the moment y’all been waitin’ for
like california wishin’ rain would pour
in that drought, y’all been prayin’ for
my downfall from the 8 mile to the southpaw
still the same marshall, that outlaw
that they say as a writer might’ve fell off
i’m back on that bull like the cowboys

[chorus: joyner lucas & eminem]
so y’all gotta move (yeah), y’all gotta move (yeah), y’all gotta move
give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move, give me the juice

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