Lyrics:
your sets in the air
Ya bumpin' them tables and chests everywhere
Trampled over by the macs and the playas
You standin' there actin' like you wonder
your sets in the air
Ya bumpin' them tables and chests everywhere
Trampled over by the macs and the playas
You standin' there actin' like you wonder
You, uh, wanted to know what the good life is?
Beats by Herb, Rhymes, Kid 'n Play and cuts by Wiz
Just hype it up for this here crowd
With moves that
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
Hit the deck I got the Tech right on your neck
And I expect to make a buck to heck with a traveller's check
But if a vic' tries to choke me
I'll
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
nigga
Killin'em off
Niggas that kill, uh
Buck buck, nigga
You gets fucked by niggas that kill
We pack that muthafuckin' steel
Niggaz that kill, geah
Mc
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
the japs
All of because you talked smack
About my Vbucks
Don't ever talk shit about by V bucks
Shooting kids with a gun
The Fortnite rocket launcher is
by a mack
Ima be up in my bag
Aye!
Young Boys
Coming up
Don't give a fuck
Watchu say
I'm bout my bucks
We the shit
We level up
Me and squad
Keep it
Who rocks mics?
Thought was fact
Thought was fact
I got 20,000 reasons
A couple hundred bucks
About to cause some movement
Fuck that shit up
I'm
ain't seen mans face
Get man down in my airforce ones
If I buck into you ahlie you're done
Ill swing or Ching I ain't doing race
Bally on me they ain't
1, 2, 3
It's a light show
Hit tha lights
Check out how my ice glow
Through tha night
She say I'm a psycho
I'm too buck
Pull up at tha night show
Fuck
Since we talking money let's spice it up
Everything brand new when I pull up
Back to back Rover trucks
Cost a couple bucks
I been getting money
Ain't
to the grace of our Lord, and the scriptures
It's been a hard ride but I been blessed to do it wit yas
Cos life Gon' buck, like a rodeo bull
You take the bull by
Haaaaaa
Geezy
Aye man who that is Callin man
(Fuck your producer my beat is by Meexhie)
Haaaaa
I took em off, I did it again
These n***** be mad
Back block niggas
Spit it for the hungry, go getters and the have not niggas
For the ones that'll smash out with ya
Who keep it a buck
If you down
Nasty bitch
Damn
Shit
Pussy ass nigga haha
Huh
I say knuck up, knuck up, knuck up
Knuck up if you buck up, buck up, buck up
Pussy you'll get fucked
to mention
It ain't a shortcut to success I took the long way
Keep it a buck and now they fuck wit me the long way
It ain't no cap I do exactly what my songs
[Donald D]
In the street, blood is spilled
My sniper skills make me lethal and ill
(buck buck buck) the fat lady sang
From the ceiling I watch
into verse - I threw this bitch as far I could!)
(Bebe Bucks):
$HOW @ 12
So we take the bus @ 10
Do a drive by the liquor store at 11
Then we get
giving zero fucks
Kill your favorite rapper I’m not sorry
I’ve been doing this since a young buck
Tired of these fake asses making money
It’s mine now ho
scuffs, run them up till my feet tired
We gon' knuck we gon' buck till we reap mine, reap mine
Ballin' off a rebound, crazy how I had to fall just to reach
Uh, time to lace em up, huh I been on my hustle tryna make a buck, huh
Workin' double after double tryna make enough, huh
They been sleepin' on me
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