Lyrics:
just playin' a role, bitch
Yea we making movies you just playin' a role bitch
Be low key making moves, I'm by myself fuck these hoes bitch
When you get
claim my trophy, with honor, by its side.
I'm a big buck killer, that's how I'm known,
In the wide-open fields, I feel right at home.
With patience
Have you ever heard of the Bakersfield sound
Buck Owens, Merle Haggard and Dwight Yokhams town
and all this time you thought you had to be from
me for ?
I'm a hot boy I bring a heat storm
Always doing something that they gonna go and report
I play offense and defense can't let the suckahs team
And the master plan was right on schedule
Now I'm branded hot by a light from the heavens
And the span I fought made me SO damn clever
Cause the pan that put me in
Make me a heaven winner, too
I'm crossed by niqqa, my niqqas my foes bigger
My crew was having 3 guys, w then fought could pull the triggers
This shit
nigga
Come one, come all niggas get the beat down
Retreat, creep or feel the heat
Of the Breed sound collect facts
Then attack like I'm s'pposed to
Ya
She said she don't suck dick
Then I'm not tryna fuck
I got a 3.5 in this russian
Let lil bro roll it up
I feel like Giannis cause my buck's big
Feel
fold like a bad poker hand
now watch me shake this bitch up like the dice games
see I'm always schemin tryin to get over niggaz like left
green,
I stay in cruise like control, but busters fold like a bad poker hand,
now watch me shake this b**** up, like the dice games,
see I'm always
deposits
Pop if you want
Bitch I'm bout it
My shooters would blow at your noggin for nothing
This ain't for stuntin this really Some G shit
I'm really a big
cheap
And I clocked
How theyre just
A bunch of bums
Looney tunes
Taz in the whip
And that shit got spun
Yikes
Im not gonna lie
Let me keep it a buck
Dont
can find who I am
(I'm gonna find me
I'm not gonna stop grinding
I will fake it 'til I make it
Cuz I know I will blow up yeah
I'm gonna find me
I'm not
a pond
I got three bitches like I'm Owen Hart (three bitches)
And my glasses, they made by chrome heart
I got rich, now I fill up a shoppin' cart
Marvin Gaye singing Let's Get It On
Gonna love you maybe baby all night long
Turn up the radio
Buck Owens singing and we're both singing along
Rolling In
I'm sippin' that purple rain
Don't blow my high
[Incomprehensible] me, you don't know my life
Nigga, don't blow my high, don't blow my high
When I'm
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
getting old
You really need to get your life yeah
Are you out of your mind yeah
BigDOG was down
Now I'm back
Play by the rule zero contact
No more supply
Man...
I got big buck like I'm Milwauk' flow
Man...
'Cause this man gonna walk like MJ, then I'm out oh and..
Uh, I let the beat ride
And when I pull up
to the glory hole
Gonna spend my weekly pay
Dream about Cheryl Tiegs
While a beast greases up my pole
I'm gonna blow my load at the glory hole
Blow my load
You always seem to want to take a pop
Like a bully by the corner shop
All over me like a polka dot
You treat me like someone I'm not
I'm gonna
(Ayo Jug)
All black like I'm Batman
Shot me in the ribs
Ain't feel a thing I'm off a xan man
Keep the perky's by me, they my up's
when I'm down man
I
fold like a bad poker hand
now watch me shake this bitch up like the dice games
see I'm always schemin tryin to get over niggaz like left
green,
I stay in cruise like control, but busters fold like a bad poker hand,
now watch me shake this b**** up, like the dice games,
see I'm always
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