Lyrics:
count your weight
Make sure that what you pushing ain't what a few dollars make
Because by nine, ten, I'll be at the other window
Wired like a circuit
this I’m knowing
You can tell by how I’m flowing
I got heart like Brett and Owen
Alright, this here is a vibe
Get lit all night, this is my shit no
I'll be alright
If she was a drug yeah
She my favorite high
Brand new rick owens
but they not even my size
Glock tucked by my side
You know I fight back
and I'm proud to say
It's the only kind of tune I listen to
I listen to Buck Owens every day
Okay, okay, well, well
Well, now that you've admitted
buck till we reap mine, reap mine
Life is Lemons, So make Lemonade nigga
Mix it with that Hen though, then Ball away nigga
Gotta get up off of your ass
Right?
But that's OK because this album, we gon' change things with this album baby
Because I know, in my heart
That there's way more people out there
Just like ole Buck Owens
You and I are Together Again
town? Cause from this point it’s all Buck
And, um, everybody down know what’s up
Major moves, make your moves
Buckshot, 9th Wonder on the spot
Never
You probably already know this in your heart: diamonds and diamond engagement rings are b*llshit. You might not know why, and you might not be able
full of love for you
My life has been waiting for your love
My arms have been waiting for your love to arrive
My heart has been waiting
My soul
protected your side
And would have stupidly died
Just to prove to you I ride
Now I got issues with friends
I don't want any again
Ain't no need to pretend
done with son
Slow mo' as the bullet raise from the gun
Now girls go and get your gun
Go and buck, buck back, buck back for fun
Now girls go
saying I'm the coldest like I'm already knowing
Throwing bullets like I'm Brady and you catch em' like Owens
They asking if I'm throwing shots at these
high, keep your vibrations up
Life to real for making up, tell them busta ain't no us
When you touching money, you could tell who ain't a buck
No lie
[Intro: Killah Priest]
Black Market bitch, it's crazy, the album's here
Right there, Black Market, Black Market
Walk with us, yeah, the album's here
by a Mack truck
And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma take you
to me lil fella
Reach for my ice leave him cold like December
We are not the same I reach my goals by January
You copy my swag you is a canary
I bet that
Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy
Did a buck off of my shit and wrapped your outtie
Tempermental, I snap quick, very touchy
Ayo my attitude is all fucked
Right?
But that's OK because this album, we gon' change things with this album baby
Because I know, in my heart
That there's way more people out there
The club
Why
To party and have some fun
What is it that,
Can come and take away all your stress, tell me
Music
No further questions, you have passed
down by me
He leaned on the tank that was helping his breathing
Said it's bad when your body is gone
I said this is sure a nice town that you've got
With Al Capone lips
I'm not trying to catch a case
For these soft hearted tricks
Soft hearts ain't worth the price
Of hard time or a full clip
I ain't
the check with DTP now chickens try and play me close
Ballin in the mall with Chaka, shoppin for the latest clothes
Turn your lady to a bopper, watch how I
I remember the photo we took
Cause you taped it in your old scrapbook
It was August down by the brook
We drank the liquor from our parents that we
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