Lucky - PROF

A poor boy, she’s a real rich girl

And that’s the story.

Aye-yeah!

Hey, give me one small shot

See that girl over there looking like a snob?

She look like a little, wealthy angel

I’ll impress her with my Gampo talk

I say my name, she says hers too

She flip me the bird and her friends laugh like it’s cool, yeah

Man I swear to God, I’ll be as rich as you

I just need a little time

Don’t you be conceited, even though you’re cute

I can make you change your mind

She treats me, like a punk

If I knew any better, I would say she’s a cunt

If I knew any better

I would say she’s a manipulating bitch-of-a-witch with some boobs in the front

She smiles well, you can tell her friends

I think I’m in love with this girl, I’m saying oooooooo

I want to see her every single day

She looking at me like I’m dumb, but I really wanna walk her home

Her daddy say my money ain’t long, ain’t long, ain’t long, long enough

Say oooo girl, do you think I’m some sort of fool girl?

Hey-yeah!

Where ever she go

I’mma be right on her toes, that’s my darling

Baby looking good and if I think about the way that I could impress her I would

Like if I started lifting weights

Or if I beat a bully up, I think that that is what is up

I could make money selling drugs

And just like her daddy, I’ll be ballin'

But that’s quite a pipe-dream

Pretty sure that this little itty-bitty

Evil little slut don’t even slightly like me

I’m slightly smarter, think she’s slightly retarded

And she swung and lightly slapped me when I slightly farted

She’s super, super tan.

Me?

I’m a clever young hooligan

I got the swagger no matter what mood I’m in

How could she not understand how cool I am?

She acting sassy because I ain’t got no dollars

I swear I’ll be rich and famous then come back and call her