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Lucy Video (MV)




Performed By: Young Rambo
Length: 2:57
Written by: Rodman Shah




Young Rambo - Lucy Lyrics




Lately, Lucy lusting after me
Taking note of all my dreams
Overtaking all I see
Lucy lusting after me

All my haters start'na look at me
Like, ("nigga, how you do dat?")
All your fans getting tired of them lies
(Where da truth at?)
Tried to play me, but I run it like the saints
(Yellin', "WHO DAT?")
I'm the best in this f*cking game
But you haters (already knew dat)
Claiming "fact" like they ain't preachin to the pastor (nigga tru dat!)

All you rappers would be better off as
Actors, (get a new act!)
Leather jackets, now they tryna jack
My swagger (why you do dat?)
Swear these faggots tryna beat me
Gon got battered (sweet tooth ass!)

See, I'm just tryna find a better way
To make this mother f*cking money
Get a pretty f*cking penny
Be the best in the f*cking game
Paint a pretty f*cking painting
Do this shit like monet
And beat it like Billie jean
What the f*ck is there left to say?

Except I sold my soul to Lucy
Not the one you think
The one in the sky with diamonds
Nigga take that drink
That drip, that water, my nigga
What the f*ck you say?
See, im the god of the 6
But I don't mean like drake
Cause...

Lately, Lucy lusting after me
Taking note of all my dreams
Overtaking all I see
Lucy lusting after me

And in 2016 I almost sold my soul
See I was Lusting for Lucy
Because I wanted some more
Doin' xannies and coca because
I thought it was bold
I almost lost my f*cking mind
After I lost my control

Oh, precious depression
It had me grippin' the four
It got my people regressing
Blessings are being ignored
Almost put one in my dome
And laid my brains on the floor
And then I realized that my woes
Resided closer to home

Lessons were not being taught
Like a mental recession
Progression seemed like a myth
And that shit lies at the core
See, we were far less informed
So by the time I was four
All I could think about was money
Drugs and f*ckin' these whores - ugh!
Yeah, we were far less informed
So by the time I was four
All I could think about was money
Drugs and f*cking these whores and

Lately, Lucy lusting after me
Taking note of all my dreams
Overtaking all I see
Lucy lusting after me

Lucy lusting after me
Lucy lusting after me
Lucy lusting after me
Lucy lusting after me
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Lately, Lucy lusting after me
Taking note of all my dreams
Overtaking all I see
Lucy lusting after me

All my haters start'na look at me
Like, ("nigga, how you do dat?")
All your fans getting tired of them lies
(Where da truth at?)
Tried to play me, but I run it like the saints
(Yellin', "WHO DAT?")
I'm the best in this f*cking game
But you haters (already knew dat)
Claiming "fact" like they ain't preachin to the pastor (nigga tru dat!)

All you rappers would be better off as
Actors, (get a new act!)
Leather jackets, now they tryna jack
My swagger (why you do dat?)
Swear these faggots tryna beat me
Gon got battered (sweet tooth ass!)

See, I'm just tryna find a better way
To make this mother f*cking money
Get a pretty f*cking penny
Be the best in the f*cking game
Paint a pretty f*cking painting
Do this shit like monet
And beat it like Billie jean
What the f*ck is there left to say?

Except I sold my soul to Lucy
Not the one you think
The one in the sky with diamonds
Nigga take that drink
That drip, that water, my nigga
What the f*ck you say?
See, im the god of the 6
But I don't mean like drake
Cause...

Lately, Lucy lusting after me
Taking note of all my dreams
Overtaking all I see
Lucy lusting after me

And in 2016 I almost sold my soul
See I was Lusting for Lucy
Because I wanted some more
Doin' xannies and coca because
I thought it was bold
I almost lost my f*cking mind
After I lost my control

Oh, precious depression
It had me grippin' the four
It got my people regressing
Blessings are being ignored
Almost put one in my dome
And laid my brains on the floor
And then I realized that my woes
Resided closer to home

Lessons were not being taught
Like a mental recession
Progression seemed like a myth
And that shit lies at the core
See, we were far less informed
So by the time I was four
All I could think about was money
Drugs and f*ckin' these whores - ugh!
Yeah, we were far less informed
So by the time I was four
All I could think about was money
Drugs and f*cking these whores and

Lately, Lucy lusting after me
Taking note of all my dreams
Overtaking all I see
Lucy lusting after me

Lucy lusting after me
Lucy lusting after me
Lucy lusting after me
Lucy lusting after me
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Writer: Rodman Shah
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