Lyrics:
ain't a rapper but if I was
This ain't some shit that I could rap after
Caught up in the rapture
You call yourself a factor you're lame
Paving a way Bob
And where my buck niggas at
Where my buck niggas at
Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on
Where the real ones at? Be-atch
Oh, you know
found out my plan I had to rearrange it (Fuck twelve!)
Now they like, "What you on?"
I'm like, "Nigga, didn't I just explain this?"
But i'm like, "Man,
Rather just be by myself
Canadian Goose with the Vancouver elk
I'm bugged out, got me tapped out
Two perc 10's and they good for my health
Ooh, I
wish
Now I'm just stuck with a bunch of monsters
And the only way out is by shooting the shit
I've won me too many adventures, I'm waiting for problems
in this bleak town, I'm tryna make a buck
And there's millions to be found and when I acquire it
I'll be thrilled then to flee down to South Silver
not right you a disgrace
You a snitch sounding like Jace
She wanting me I could tell by her place
She bad as hell, I could tell all by her waist
Take it
Its 187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi
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
can
DOG DOG DOG DOG, couple of bucks couple of bucks, could have been friends but Your shit out of luck, couple of bucks couple of bucks, I helped you
nigga
South side till I die
Mississippi
Weak bitch
This hot shit by David Banner
Your ain't gotta go no where nigga
I'm up in this city, you can
Bill, but call me Chuckie
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
Bill, but call me Chuckie
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
and falsty knives
That blow you clear out of sight
You're wit' all your might
Your conscious is stayin' by
You all in that sacrifice
I'm going off
Buck 10 is
Who Mr. 10 off a laptop is
Don't get that shit wrong nigga
He only pull up when the cash out
When I pull up you know its straight bread
Uh Uh
go to the bank
Bitch get the fuck out my way
Gotta big gun like a tank
Nigga I stack up cheese nigga I stack up my pape
Im rockin Ricky real Owens
that i ride
Need you by my side
If i had to go to war would you buck for me
That thing on my hip let it talk for me
And i had to hit the road would you
It's so buck wild
When you hit me with that smile
You caught me by surprise
I can't even get you out of my mind
Oh, it's so buck wild
Talk with me
The planet's last dance
Just for a minute
The silver forked sky
Lit you up like a star
That I will follow
Now it's found us
Like I have found you
I
mama's house
I cannot say some tings but we gon just round it out
Found it out, singing along why don't you sound it out
Something around me ain't right
mama's house
I cannot say some tings but we gon just round it out
Found it out, singing along why don't you sound it out
Something around me ain't right
coming through
Still with my team, I don't run off like you
Stacking it up, boy it's bread by the loaf
Outer space flow, so it's Rick Owen's coat
Beat
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
low 'cause these niggas is fufu
Playin' both sides, actin' like Brasco
Black Rick Owens, I stay in designer
Word on the block, you can't go fast
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