Lyrics:
the jacuzzi, nigga, in the back of the truck,
Runnin' water for ya daughter when she want to get buck
Cable, satellite dish, sony remote
Benson sold me the truck
dust or fuck a nice slut
For five bucks, I roll with tight fucks that think life sucks
I'll never get hit by a attack by foes
'Cause gettin' me's like
Dope]
I'm only short like fifty bucks
[Violent J]
I couldn't give fifty fucks
[Monoxide Child]
I could really use some help
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
You can go
All these guys wanna be us and make these bucks
That's why I got the PP7 loaded by my side, uh
Hop in the car, like here my nigga, what's up
Let's
you're in my blood, I just need a friend"
And!
I need fifty bucks to pay off some old debts (You can spare it)
Or cover for me while I sort out some
Run it up
Run it up
Hustle gang I claim what's up
Think you tuff enough
Then come buck
Come and ride in my city
I'm all the way 631
Quit the play I'm
shook, man, yeah, Buck is from Brooklyn
Look, man, I'm like a captain off the hook, man
Tilt your shades so your eyes can see
A vision of the last
chest hit like LSD
She Ballin like curry , I call that hoe Stephanie
Stepping on shit, so these niggas won't step to me
Niggas being Buck Wild like Willie
huuuuaaagh!!!!!!
get em buck
get out yo ass
where y'all at
yeah
some bandits
some bandits
i don't play shawty muthafuckaz swang my way
everythang i
believe we [ON]
20 inch rims doing donuts, word is [BORN]
Big bucks make bitches go nuts
Aaa the mystro's ice glow like a light show now
can't slow down, I
and pills
And if you got a couple bucks you can get your thrills
From a long black beauty at the bottom of the hill
She'll get you up
Get you down
Get
why y'all be stayin' out the
Way in this bucket of crabs
Trackhawk off the lot
'cause I fucked up the Jack
Speed limit thirty
But I still do a buck
selber?
Wie wärs mit Alpa-Gun-Buck oder Alpa-Young-Buck?
Meine Bronx, meine Clique, deine Braut ist meine Bitch
Stop, stop ,stop, stop. Alpa, das
I'm gettin' to bucks, I'm tryna be billions up, millions up
But rappin' just don't give me enough
I won't go back to the street but our relationship
time continuum
Fake rappers ride on my
Coattails to be genuine
Your clique steps with new
Bucks like Timberland
Keep a tool tucked ike Mr goodwrench keep
eat your ass up
And while he eatin you I'm on the set making big bucks
Cuz there's money out on the streets (on the Flav.)
And if I didn't have
Young Rich Squad
I'ma keep it a buck, you heard?
I don't give a fuck if he's yo' mans, like
Know what I'm sayin', type shit, like, if niggas is
the border
Reef Buck my brother, Big Bay my brother
Really know I got 'em, Druggy know I really love 'em
All this forever love, Nik survived a headshot
I might as well buck fo' profit
Split with my glock and drop it
Leaving his body bloated
Left an ounce on the scene, now they figure dope was
sure do keep them sticks, when you see me, you best say, "Howdy"
Yee-haw
Howdy (howdy), I like to say, "What the fuck?"
My choppa stay with a buck
'bout money
You thinkin' 'bout stuff
Sleep at your crib, boy you broke as a buck
I'm thinkin' 'bout flyin' out
I'll go to Miami just spyin' out
You
Here's two bucks, go on and get your favorite truck
If you don't mistake my statement for a clown
We can keep it on the down low
Long as you know
Man, you
dick, and I don't know why I'm just ballin on niggas tryna get me a buck
And I'm stackin' these pros, and we fuckin these hoes
And I'm rappin' that shit,
a ne-ne-ne-new style-style
For the p-pile-piles of MC's who try to get buck-buckwild
F-f-f-fuck that, when I'm in a ren-ova-tive state of mind
I'm innovative,
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