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BLADEE - LUCKY LUKE (FT. THAIBOY DIGITAL & YUNG LEAN)
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Bladee
Bladee
Stimme und Gesang
Thaiboy Digital
Thaiboy Digital
Stimme und Gesang
Yung Lean
Yung Lean
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Benjamin Reichwald
Benjamin Reichwald
Songwriter:in
Arthur Nyqvist
Arthur Nyqvist
Songwriter:in
Axel Tufvesson
Axel Tufvesson
Songwriter:in
Thanapat Bunleang
Thanapat Bunleang
Songwriter:in
Jonatan Leandoer
Jonatan Leandoer
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Woesum
Woesum
Produzent:in
Yung Sherman
Yung Sherman
Produzent:in
Gabriel Schuman
Gabriel Schuman
Produzent:in
James Ferraro
James Ferraro
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Let's fucking go I used to be Luke with the force That boy don't live here anymore That boy was never into sports I carried the Olympic torch Please don't get too close, you might get scorched White Havaianas and some shorts They think I'm stealin' in this store I'm winnin' dirty boy awards All white, it's Snow White, seven dwarves Lucky Luke, came out winning wars Did this ten years, how many more? When I retire, burn the corpse Am I the freshest? Yes, of course But it'll never be like before Don't even know what I want anymore Life has the chance through any storm The money never made me happy, but it never made me sad This shit had never made a difference, but, shit, I carry the flag They tried to trick me, man, it's tricky when you collectin' heavy bag I had to kill a couple millions in they face, it make me laugh I had to kill a couple mil' just to kick back here and chill And while I'm rollin' up this blunt, I'ma tell you how I feel My life is the one that I choose, steppin' in Christian Loub' Young Thaiboy, I don't read no book I pull up the bank and go to the moon It be blood, sweat, and tears on the way But I got the eyes on the prize anyway So no need to roll the dice anymore To me, it's some kind of a life anyway So I hop in and roll, on go with the rack Thirty for a show, I spend it right back I feel like Montana, I'm shipping the bag I feel like Jeff Bezos when I'm in the bank We stay on the psycho shit, don't like no other summer clique We stay on the psycho shit, we run this shit, that's 'cause we win We from the snow where it's all forming All that extra shit's not for me If you love me, be there for me, it's the purest form of glory Got the purest, wildest story out of any category Feel like Dexter in my own world, always cookin', laboratory I was stuck in purgatory, seven years like Thaiboy's story Got to wait and through it all, now we in the booth Gud gon' record me, champion story This shit so easy, just don't panic Man, we add a splash of magic Man, we extra, face this challenge We the biggest and the baddest We the raddest, we been had it Ask around, man, we been at it Ash on the floors in the palace I'll draw faster than my shadow (Visions)
Writer(s): Arthur Nyqvist, Axel Tufvesson, Benjamin Reichwald, Jonatan Leandoer, Thanapat Bunleang Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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