Lyrics:
im not a clucker im a dodger and a ducker
come a lil closer im a show u im a punch ya
and if i cant beat u get my gun and im a buck ya
turn u over like
stretched him
Reminiscing, I've been wilding forever
Buck-fifty'll have you smiling forever
I been sick, got your bitch
On my dick like, "Papi, get better"
at these t
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Makin?major dough. now, look at these haters, wanna holla, hoes, wanna holla, hoes?
What, what you're needin? buck, buck, and you'll be
want to fuck with me
They say what they want I keep it a buck they never meant nothing to me
It doesn't mean nothing to me
I got them all running to me
Strictly ball up and bullets buck pow buck
Get them up we hanging thug swinging
Just doing my thing and he also telling
Never no tell him when I'm bailing
the D.P.G
Causing destruction
Buckers they come rapping slugs (sshh)
For show pope, po-pull up
Strictly ball up and bullets buck pow buck
Get them up we
Ion' never gotta lie
If he talking on my brotha, he gon' die
I smoke a hundred blunts as soon as I wake up
You niggas bitches, all my niggas keep a buck
the hum, dropped five bucks, cause he was the one
Yo, I gave a clap, I gave a wink, I gave a shout
I gotta meet the Monch, STRIKE THREE, and I was out!
Diamond nose, I'm blindin' you up, up
I'm flyin' her out
Spendin' all kindsof blue bucks
She like, "Daddy, I'm tryna do lunch"
I told her, "Give me a second
On my way down
On my way down
I don't really trust these dudes
And I won't ever trust these hoes
I already payed my dues
So I'ma get these bucks
wit me, imma show em I ain't nothin nice
I ain't gone buck
Imma keep it on tha tuck
Catch cha wit yo head down then I'm jammin you up
You could
a million bucks
Turning tricks suckin up dicks and lickin hella nuts
'Cause I'm the real
Ain't no need for you to bill me
I'm already hot
Stay away she's poisonous (Poisonous!)
Some chick in the club you can't trust
Front like they fans only out for your buck
Front like they don't
a livin' off gangster rap
But they all went to college
It's all just marketin' strategy so
You empty your wallet
Endorsin' Vodka to make a buck
And make you
the phone me gi yuh di lyrical
Buck you in a person me gi yuh the physical
Pretty girl wid a body weh woulda mad anybody
Yo me did haffi put her pon me team
I'm a put it in my mouth, just 'cause you made a few bucks?
Please brother please
Your revolution will not be me tossing my weave
And making me
with motswaps
Spova the genge, umswenko deluxe
Boyz and bafana the boyz and the bucks
Stand on the sofa and order more shots
Tshela b'yala renwe bo
Boaster, opps can't talk
Come buck into me at my billboard poster
Grab the Habad, lemme buss dat closer
Slap it with no composure
There's like, there's
Run up on me wrong then you might get a fast trap
Ak'sheshwe rhwap rhwap, I'm tryna get the bucks up
Young man doing things you should be inspired
I
headlights
Before I could even keep it a buck with you
She asked me will I stay
I said it's up to you
My bro is stuck he glued
He really love too move
He sell
the fuss?
(Ayy) See me, better buck (Yeah)
Through with all that talkin' shit
(Ayy) , bitch, I've had enough (Ayy)
Ayy, bitch, so what? So what? So what?
(So
Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off
Yeah, yeah, yeah I got a need for speed get in da truck wit me
Or we can start in the Bentley doin a buck fifty
I'm
nepomůže, vím (vím)
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' di*k up in yo' slut
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin'
Awa ni ya, awa ni ya
Awa ni ya, awa ni ya
Open up my eyes to the sun on my skin
Try'in get buck wild, so I hit up my kin
We down to go
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