Lyrics:
to buck fuckin wild just like a Western
They goin two in the quarter, and have mad sessions
Ain't no second guessin, I'm back, where's ya heart at?
south
Of a hot, wet drippin', cunt sqaushed against my mouth
I'd like to give a 16 year old slut
Young buck a tongue fuck
But she might get knocked up
jerks don't bounce like fake rubber
I'ma react and whip out the face cutter
Catch a buck-fifty, ear to the chin
Hair to the grin, come and fuck wit me
could bet a few bucks
They gon' probably have to shovel you up, what
(Hook- Samples + and random DJ scratches)
Idealist, and it's a journey, oh I'm
gots to kill
If you step representin this gospel
Killin me is mission impossible
There's many weapons
Machetes and buck knives will slice through
are within me you are within me we are one
The punk rock scene is big bucks now you headliners with your gaurantees
Just having fun ain't enough anymore
take another sip of liquor just to keep me numb
I know these haters love to catch me straight buck me and laugh
While that AK 47 shell cut me in half
It feels so good I can't get enough
The way you freak it, no girl can match your style
I like the way you get real buck wild
I rub you down, hot
Phragm, God damn, somebody got lost, here I am, whose the boss?
Verbal floss (floss) if you know what's best for you
When they rescue, BD Buck shot
Ay yo One Eye,
Ya got Banky out here on the west
Cream Teamin' it with no vest but two techs
Can't trust 'em fuck 'em, might as well buck 'em
Leave
thangs
I'm talkin' about buck sessions
Late night creepin's
Straight nasty girls
[Chorus: x 2]
A nasty girl is what I need and what I want
A nasty
the whole world know it
If you want me come get me
We got the AK and the SK
And I buck it till its empty
Lock N load it cock it and expload it
Throwing your
you down to die,
'cause we too much for the industry to handle, we buck aside,
run it nigga nut wit yo five,
I like to lease shit it's
the dick and she was like "buck"
Yeah picture ya girl, me and my dick sucked
Man, I live it up, the life of a thorough nigga, what
You see me on the block,
the star of many plays
I've seen better days
And the bottom drops out
Now, my cup's filled up with five buck wine
I find myself here all the time
born of. shit finna get be
Up, sho?nuff. hold up when I go, buck, you better duck smoothly, move, snooze you
Lose. he ran outta luck, fucked. look at him
a bitch in the dressing room of Macy's
You don't want to make me put my hands up
Get yo man what?
You know we buck misery, pull the truck up
He ran like
tell us but don't matter what fellas
I figure this, niggas want Buck to get nigga-rich
Bigger miss, while I'm kickin' this
You miss, I can put you
Have you ever paid thirty bucks
For a ticket where the seating sucked?
You left the show with a furrowed brow,
So who's the sellout now?
Well I
her?
A day late a buck short I'm writing the report
On losing and failing when I move I'm flailing now
And it's happened once again
I'll turn
greater
Mahdi, royally your highness
Queen's finest
Buck your all-star lineup
My Artie Clay tear your spine up
Get my shine up
Artie Clay tear your spine up
Shells load, he fell froze, buck stuck like velcro
His man yelled, "Yo, ain't no need to fuckin draw gats,
we all black" Put the gat down, I left his jaw
(Mac Dre, boy)
[ Mac Dre ]
Since I was a young buck my mackin was cool
I used to tongue-kiss girls in the back of the school
And maybe sometime
the bush. I'm about my paper
Mistake your con, see we put a little trust up front
You perpin' like it's on, we about to roll
Royalties gon' bring some bucks
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