Lyrics:
got duckets in the buckets for a rainy day
And Momma Mia's verbil A-K gon spray 4 my Soldiers
(Mac)
Nigga die die die in the swingin
Same outfit every single time I leave
Holes in my soles like I don't got feet
I'm still wearin' 'em to work
I got hella OT
Whole in my soul like
Diamonds in the night sky
Watching my life fly by
You can see it in your eyes that you got
Nothing but time
Yeah Yeah
Be on the scene like 30
Sometimes I can be perfectly sweet
Got this sugary me stuffed up in my sleeve
And I talk of ponies and rainbows and things
And I'm just who you want
I went down to the fishing hole,
And I set down with my fishing pole;
Somethin' grabb'd my hook and it got my bait
And Jerked me out in
they get nothin but the vapors
Bitch please, 159 gees
Fill your bucket, fuck it, full of holes like swiss cheese
And ain't no stoppin this b.g. from
holes in my pocket
I can really go for a drink
But everybody's got their hands in my pockets
Pulling me down until I sink
So I realigned my focuses
I
Yeah, yeah
I never had a role model
I was loading gold hollows in my little Glock-40
A little shorty, heart colder than December in the morning
on it
We got it if the fiends want it
The whole block singing the same theme "Don it"
Fuck it, too many crabs in the bucket
If its ice work, I'm gonna
place, she asked for the keys
It's my season, Garden of Eden, we Adam and Eve
Now we're nekkid in savage hedonism from a lack of belief (woo)
I ain't
Complexity in my thoughts when I drop a tab
Sounds become shapes when I close my eyes
Connecting to my inner self pulling up the past
Replacing all my
sides of it Like pussy holes, they’re rarely seen in public We asked Big Red and Meth Head Sally I took a sec and got head in the alley We went back home,
Well my buddy Jo gave me a laughing pill
Well it tasted like shit and it gave me the chills
I saw his girlfriend's face in a bucket of water
He
Supplied by the Kush and the women June
Sleep through the day waking up when its noon
Let me tell you about a bitch named eve
Fuck in the morning got work
Just saw my check and said fuck it
Fuck a wallet I'm gone stash it in a bucket
All my haters talking shit think I'm lucky
But I don't believe in luck
the women
I'm bout to go and get it
Cook a beat and then I kill
Throw in the bucket with the crabs
I hope they seasoned cus I'm eating
Every one
We
highlands
I’ll be splitting up my tool with a little sugar and some diamonds
Two tears in a bucket filled it up
Bad vibes can suck it
Two dabs and I’m
Nigga got skeletons in the closet, that nigga sick
And this shit come with a twist
My bitch keep up, broomstick
I think she a witch
Rubbin' a wok bottle
a party
Till somebody call the cops
So getcha Cranberry and
A bucket of ice
I got a large bar tab
Help yourself get right and
Turn it Around
Shake it
niggas mad
Put it on my tab
That's word to Chad
I need that gas
Swisher my grass
Gun in my stash
With extra mag
Had to double back
Forgot my mask
Chasing
Cutie lookin extra smooth
The way she looks at me in my mind
Tell it all, by night I'll be fine
Only one friend I needed
Just makin up more lies
Time is
making music that's the shit I'm dying for
My team was down by ten I came up and tied the score
I know how to thug it I can make a bucket
Ima eat my bitch
doin'
I say, "I'm alive"
But I still keep the grip by my side
Just in case the drama rise
Take the stand, I'ma lie
Lookin' in your honors eyes
Jab
fuck my nigga though
Me and bro'll hit them in the studio
A nigga got yack by the fifth
Got weed by the pound
So a groupie bitch is all a
Nigga need
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