"The Fighting Irish" lyrics

These are the real Sopranos
Uh you niggas stupid
Y'all think we turned up already
Y'all ain't seen nothin' yet

Uh you just couldn't leave the chick and gave tips to the fuzz
Heard the feds brought her ass got she thicker than blood
On wax never mention a grudge
But any nigga dissin' me might dodge instead of gettin' a buzz
More grams than birthdays jumped right in to hustlin'
I was younger than them hoes
They claim Tyga was fuckin'
If you love me drive me down Zipps
My bitch don't gotta wait for a birthday for out of town trips
I hear that hot talk let's simmer it down
The fact is I used to niggas I'm richer than now
Let them tell it they handed me something
But I'm the biggest shit that happened in my hood since Camby was dunkin'
They speculate what I earnin' this shit
Just be happy I quit the trap
Cause if your mom come I'm servin' the bitch
I'm really that I'm deserving of this
I'm so famous that the cop might let me go if I'm swerve in the bitch

Lucky me lucky me
Lucky me lucky me
Lucky me lucky me
Lucky me lucky me
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Lucky me lucky me

I be lucky yo
Heard niggas singing like the Commodores
Last night we had bottle wars
Yacht Master one or two got one you got them all
Bone collector alpha dog
Cut from a different kind of cloth
Niggas like us dinosaurs
But this watch ain't no fossil dawg
One shot clean kill
Wipe em down with alcohol
Tools laying around my crib
Got wrenches like we salvaged cars
Talk dope trafficking for 80s babies
But now it's frowned upon
If you go in my house the cars still smell like an ounce of raw
Put money in my homie's books for the thousand and 40 crooks
One hand on the chrome he put the other hand on the holy book
It numb your mouth like aura gel one taste get your homie hooked
Don't play get your homie cooked y'all pray to a lonely wolf
I pray to the only God I know so you know what's up
Mr Pyrex Man you out water that's how you blow it up
What I seen in my environment watch the fiend be a scientist
I stepped on so many blocks I need a podiatrist

Lucky me nigga
Lucky me lucky me
Lucky me lucky me
Lucky me lucky me
Lucky me lucky me
Lucky me lucky me
Lucky me lucky me
Lucky me lucky me
Lucky me lucky me

These are the real Sopranos