Lyrics:
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
buck and buck buck again
I will butt fuck your friend then suck up her twin
I put the buck up to him then buck buck and buck buck and buck buck again
Buck, buck, buck
I think I was born inside a cabana
With diamonds and gold on top of the Phantom
Jesus told Mary, "Go get me a hammer"
I'll
where the Mets ball
Or the Nets all, I'll address y'all in a dresser from the best clos'
Low cholesterol, she even look good with her dress off
Yes,
cool but we are cooler
We got class so let us school ya
Fresh to death, like a million bucks
I might just go a year in bow ties and chucks
I might
playin', stop playin'
I'm just sayin', just sayin'
Now who else wanna fuck with Hollyweird Go?
Break up and roll it, light it and smoke it
Pass it,
friends
I didn't mean to offend
If you don't want me
I'll just hop up in a Benz
I promise you girl
You won't see me again
I'll go to Perfect 10
Throw
Devil in a dress but if she knock I let her in
And if she knock I let her in
I have her wet by 12 o' clock, then 3 o' clock she wet again
I'm screaming Oh
Niggas know it's sex money, flex money
They do a lot
What's better than more letters
And buddha spots?
Buck fifties for niggas that don't do a lot
Go ahead
of pen that's so
Dope I could ghost write for Em'
I feel I could go to a gun
Fight with a knife and win
Until my god decide when my life will end
I'm
Momma yo baby a demon
When I say ima get em I mean it
Blood on me, I suffer
Green light, go, let's geddit
Ima go to church in red
Percocet clear my
LIV on Sunday like a church (yeah, ah, preach)
Just bought my niggas some 'caine, so much it came with a plane
Bought my niggas some dope, so much
and my momma use to sit and watch the lion king
She had a pathfinder to yea bumping Yolanda Adams
Or four hundred degreez by juvenile
And we ain't never
Devil in a dress but if she knock I let her in
And if she knock I let her in
I have her wet by 12 o' clock, then 3 o' clock she wet again
I'm screaming Oh
come with these paper cuts
I ran it up
Don't give no fucks
These niggas ask for every buck I got
140 bands ah' get that Track Hawk off the lot
My girl
through this
If I do see your mom again, this time I will assault the bitch
At least then I'll feel like my bannin' was justified
Look at your momma
video, bust you with a chair.
Smack, slap, smack, slap, smack, slap, smack.
Just to make it worse and hurt your pride I'll run it back,
Smack, slap,
started this band, didn't have no plans, didn't see no arc
Just run with the craft, have a couple laughs
Make a buck and dash, yeah
Get a little dap like
you're ill with your hands
You still getting killed it don't matter
When the shooter go bananas in Nevada shooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay
some Rick Owens
Imma go shop at Chanel
I'm finna get my stick loaded
And clock in my hotel
Better hide your bitch
She wanna stay with me but I don't know
Dat can park by da gates
Now I need a wrist like a star
Or a bitch with a bra
That can pop in ur face
Now I need the keys to the bar
Or the bar wit
mine.
(Buck)
If I should go first and leave you behind
To face life alone, bare this in mind
(Rose)
That I'll be a-waiting if heaven's my fate
To take
from foe
And what do you know
By the time morning comes I can see the light
And then I'm thanking god once again for making everything all right
when he came again, showed his ugly face of hazard
Eyes of never-ending fire, skin stained with maggots
Played his ace of spade, knew he would create
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