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get it, she drippin' in fashion

She hold me hostage like, boy, you gon' need a ransom
She wanna fall in love, but can't, I'm fancy, stay handsome
She

Woke up and decided some shit is beneath me
Any old problems or beefs you can keep em
I'm vibing off vegans, while bitches been reaching to be me

and say my grace
Bellvie bottles by the case
Sour Diesel smoking eighths
Take 'em out on dinner dates
Take 'em fishing at the lake
Cut the grass watch

Cars and hoes they showing
Can tell by how I’m rolling
All my flows I’ll keep it going
I’m taking Tylenol
Just to solve my problem
You don’t know how

boosie
They wanna buy me Louie and they wanna buy me Gucci
Who rock flows with more hoes than dominos
Cause I been a CEO
Back when I was still in my embryo

a billion words
In half a second's flash
They say Boky you got what it takes
I tell em measure what it takes by what I got
Then you're gon find that it takes

a motherfucking lottery winner
I'm OJ trying gloves that never seem to be fitting
I sent my boy juice guap to Colombian prison
He got trying to sneak in phetamine

to blink? (Woah)
What’s my worries in a hurry to the stop sign?
What’s a drop-top if you aint gunna drop by?
Unparalleled exquisite
You cannot catch up to me

back now, we aint raisin no flags
I’m with the shits, get you a colostomy bag
This aint what you want. It aint boast or a brag
Now run and tell ya boys

The pussy good, its alright
She give me head, thats all-bite
All my hoes is all wives
I won't tell but yal might
What I sell is off white
I ain't talking

smile knowing there's always a catch here
Listen, the answers in the journey son
And often you'll find em when you're not searching for 'em
Relish

clean like Gucci
And it's cold Burr like Suzy
It's October bet by New Years I'm that nigga
Yo bitch gone wan take a picture
Then she gone wan take her

She ain't going nowhere, I'm a use her
Habitual user
We smoking the green by the stalk
They been asking for years how I do it
Allergic to questions

where the meat tho
Man I'm tryna cook it up like a meatloaf
I had to rap before Lingo had a beat tho
Man lingo gatta tell em how me meet tho
We was

even work at fast food
They like Veno, how you make it out that damn zoo
I tried to tell em, my mama ain't raise no damn fool, bitch
If I can ball like

to trip quick I tell em see the proof
I took a quick trip I had to leave the booth
I seen the big pic it’s time to see it through
CALL ME MISFIT
PROMISE I

ever ask whats up in my cup
Ain't no barber but I give that boy a line up
Bitch I get it out the back ain't gotta line up
And tell em I've been smokin'

a world of lost souls, tell me who gon save em?
When the thing they thinking bout is
How to cope with they afflictions
Waking up don't wanna live
Oh I need

tell by they frown
Ice cold like titanic know this shit going down
Ain’t a pool motherfucker but you drip or ya drown
Red corvette like Prince better run

super size it
I bend it over and excerise it
I’m doing drugs, I don’t glamorize ‘em
Look in my eyes, you just a snake
I can tell by the way you smiling

The flare he on is too bright
I'm burning barks when I bite
Yo, dripping with the fur coat, Gucci mane
Got the flames, you know I ignite
My bars hit hard from

Money Good

Young Buck

Buck the World [Clean]

2006

the projects, ghetto millionaire
All this Gucci in my closet, I don't know what to wear

Bentley outside by the ice cream truck
Just ride through the hood,

away from the toxic ass influence, still hearin' em scream, ahh, they say
My head is messin' up, they tryna tame down my beast
I'm finna turn ninja, girl

pains
Oh you know them new kicks, those Gucci belts 
Tell em what's left? 
You a mental slave
Couldn't pave a way
So you clinged to waves 
Whose to blame