Rush lyrics

Artist  : Funkmaster Flex 
Song : Rush



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[Lady Luck]
Uhh, what
Lady Luck 
Def
Jam
Shutting the game down from the whip
To
the tunnel
You in da club
Yo
Bang
this

What ya'll gonna do when we rush the
door
Buy out the bar then rush the floor
(niggas)
Touch ya whore, I puff the
raw
Push a 4, wrist gonna crush ya
jaw
Don't trust a broad who rocking the
Timberlands
Criminal like Eminem don't act
feminine
But talk slick and six hit your women
friends
Ball like Wimbledon trucks like
cinnamon
It's them again (who)
Niggas
hotter then you
It's like cop car lights with
my rocks in view
Pay homage to Luck a.k.a
Chrissie Wallace
Chick about them dollars, be
a queen like Hollis
Rockwilders, pop collars,
glock hollers 
At Any nigga out to stop
ours
Cause we lug shots, mug shots, all at you
blood clots
One spot, gunshots, get the body
dem hot

(Chorus) x2
[A Kid Called
Roots] (Lady Luck)
All my niggas and broads we
rush the door (c'mon)
Grap your drinks and rush
the floor (c'mon)
We keep it hot from wall to
wall (c'mon)
From the front to the rear get it
crunk in here (yo, yo, yo, yeah)

[Lady
Luck]
I came in the door, said it
before
Luck getting drunk till I fall to the
floor
Come back for more, rock wall to
wall
Ball till I score, then out by the
morn
How I dip and ride that whip I
drive
On I-95 getting hed in the ride
Me
and Root sipping Gin and The Juice
Jewelry to
loose, jeans hang over my boots
You keep think
that you bullet proof 
Till I put to your
head give it a sunroof
Good God, my whole
squad hard
And bank accounts is large
Puff
Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm and Sean
John
Chick shake yo ass like you want some
cash
Nigga pump it fast like you want some
ass
We don't flash, we blast
Whip crash, we
laugh
Got the game on smash, with my sexy
ass

(Chorus) x2

(Bridge)
[A Kid
Called Roots] (Lady Luck)
Watch them boys they
riot here (ya ya ya yeah)
We came to fight in
here (ya ya ya yeah)
Turn off those lights in
here (ya ya ya yeah)
We snatch y'all ice in
here 

[Lady Luck]
I said me and my
medicine
High off Excedrin
Luck spit better
than half you veterans
In a hundred degree
whether she got leather skin
Never deal with
problems if the cheddar ain't in
Let us begin
on how y'all never again will win
Vodka and
gin will have my fist rocking ya chin
Smoke
till eyes like Lil Kim ¨C slim
Light skin,
fight men, life very exciting
Move like
lighting, can't do the wife thing
Keep an ice
ring, lips very enticing
Look this is my
thing, till the fat chick sing
I sex tracks
with Viagra and ginseng
Love to bling bling,
your glocks go Bing Bing
Mines go BLOW BLOW,
hater how you like me now
The flow, the style,
the dough, will pow
For Def Jam, Kev Liles, now
it's critical

(Chorus) x2

[Lady
Luck]
Bounce, c'mon, Def Jam (yeah)
(Ya ya
yeah) Lady Luck, Roots, Roots (yeah)
Cuz-on,
cuz-on, party on, party on
Uh ya ya yeah
(x3)
*Laughs*