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a buck
Words weighed in my shoulder
Like Lex Luger finisher
But I feel no pressure at all
Look how I lift it up
No square bids for the cash
I had to tour

to fuck
My nigga fightin' 35 felonies
Wish him best of luck
Street struck lustin' bucks and bimmers
This is dope
Sniff it up your nose or take it

be getting they wig split
(Shot, shot)
Twelve years old, with the older niggas
I done seen Dana smoke a nigga (Buck)
Niggas be acting like real
School

brought the ting to buck
The newsstand and store key
And all the work that I
Put in on these roads, b
How the fuck could that not be
Rude? You must be

You were the first girl I ever let try to drive my truck
First fall I didn't care at all about a buck
'Cause I was spendin' all of my time tryin'

the city
Only throwing big bucks
Stop playing girl you know that I'm the man
And I said it last year
This is something that I planned
And I always make it

need to buck up
But I got
ta shut the fuck up
Got top comment and a bunch of likes
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All about claps

a blanket, a vegetable patch
A hostage walks slow, free, in a daze
Engaging a gear, the truck bucks in the sun
We can move mountains consider it done

From

tight
Better tuck your tail in. Better keep your head down
It's tough to be a rat down there

Inside the clattering cabinets
Jerk and buck and rumble

with me or catch this buck fifty
cheek to cheek I tell my shooters when to go like Keak Da Sneak
SHEESH chopper spraying like an airbrush
The scene can

it clap like It's a huddle
(Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)
Got me twins I'm seeing double
(Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha)
Now I'm bout buck sixty with muscle

car
Gunshot, in my eyes, oh shit got blinded by the light
5 bucks and I'm high, and baby baby that is my style

ton brain bug
J'ai la tête vide quand mes poumons y'ont pleins d'pot
Slide dans l'booth c't'un quick chop
Double up j'fais le quick bucks
Tu sais déjà

like a tummy tuck,
Used to feature for a quarter of a hundred bucks, 
Just to sum it up,
Donald Duck, turn em all to my nephews,
On the run but they

some mo'liquor
that's just the way a thug says that he miss ya
and after the club,
man we headed to another club
you already know  we get buck
you

for a buck or two
Now I hit you with the lama, body bag
Duffle you
Yeah I do the type of shit that a thug'll do
You the type to be in
Magazines with men

to punch like I'm Shifu
ShittyBoyz shitting on you niggas, pee yoo

Ninety percent hustle, ten percent luck
Blues on me, man, this used to be ten bucks
Sick

And get dropped in the winter
Time, I spray frost, i've got winter lines
I take off till they think I'm flying
Cuh everyone's so plain
They all wanna buck

up, it's stuck
I keep it a buck still hit the scene and
And they can get their lil hands on the stick
What matters is what you gonna
Do with the puck
I

they
Ain't willin' to do
Yo, it's fucked up livin'
I lost my nigga young
And I can't buck up with him
Just visited my other dog
Was locked up with him

issues
Casualties of me not givin' a fuck
Can make departments miss you
What's worst, is few of them going with you
Papers read: "he just snapped
And buck

And I end up at your house
You broke my heart more than I thought
I forgave you already
I would answer if you called
I don't have a buck to my name but

body in the moat
Buck fifty to windpipe, go for the throat
Pussy boy rappers better hold rosary close
Ain't too many in my cypher
That's closer than Doap

a monitor screen
My team is gonna make it
Don't hate it take a ounce
And break it on up, sip syrup out my cup
On buck not giving a fuck
So what you hoes can