Lyrics:
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
jewelry customized by my artist
Six months locked, got a head start bitch
I was nigga rich befo' I ever got a rap check
Yellow Corvette same color Moet
icastica[00:45.98]Scrittura classica[00:47.40]Λυςιμέλης, per come mi sembra[00:49.69]Λυω sciogliere, μέλη le membra[00:52.01]Per indicare l'effetto dell'amore[00:54.07]Omero lo
45 Slice it up like a damn knife
Comin in clean like the dream team
40 Splitting up the fuckin crowd at the centre seem
God dam
Oh
Shorty lookin mean
Fuck them suckers I wish they'd try me (Wish they would)
Dej Loaf with that mac 90 (Brrrt)
Cha cha be smooth with it (Ugh)
Cha cha be smooth with it
The forty motherfuckin dollars on my books, nigga
I'm not an MC, I'm not a G
I mean I'm A-to-fuckin-Z and everything in between
Rappers like gangbangin cos
out to Sam Raimi (come get some) Bruce Campbell (haha)
(Come get some) yeah (come get some)
Alright, okay, look
Uh, dead by dawn
Swallow your soul
(You're wearing crimson)
(I'm not wearing crimson)
Cha
Cha
Luh bitch talkin'
Got a brand new bih and she on that wok
She a 2000s bitch yeah
She got
Welcome to pune 40
Karo dimaag ki malish!
Bachkane hore bade!
Aur yaha bade hore balish!
Mai marra tha raste pe dukhratha mann!
Aadhe ghate baad
If a man got his own pad
And whether he want forty-karat
He gonna have to do that there, prove yourself
The greed words, you had that there
What
Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Bellisle be Bellisle
(Here in Detriot)
Now Wes Chill you know we go way back
Kid Rock I remember guzzlin 40's in your ford track
Yeah Wes
I'ma muthafuckin Hillwood cowboy
5 40 ass raised Mr. C. Coy
A.k.a. El Coyote
Creepin' slow through the monte
Peace to my niggas in the grave
wadu yin[00:40.64]Cha before the sun rise uh[00:45.29]Am out off ma bed thinking about nyanpanda nyanpanda[00:50.34]Nyance piondi jal gud
Ah fuck it
Ah y'all got your nigga e-40 in this motherfucker
I buzz I put a step in
Kickin it in the fac house motherfucker
Ay, g-nut, spice,
perché[00:38.54]Non ne conosco il valore, ci sei, poi c'è[00:40.74]Anche ἄν εἵποιτε, un ampio ottativo[00:43.22]Un'altra particella riprodotta, scrivo[00:45.69]Che ha
Fa fa fa
Fa fa fa
That right
Here I go
Boom boom boom
Hit a opp with the cha cha
Spin spin spin spin
That thirty go fa fa
Fa fa fa fa
Drop a pin
We
than me?
Nigga, who hotter than me?
(Ha, ha)
Bet ?cha can't name a hoe who don't want me
Like ya can't name a city I ain't hot in
Make you rich but by
you on a shirt like a merch
Aye aye aye
Bunch of basura get smashed like patatas
Keep me quaranta extra clip full of bala
Make a mf do the cha-cha
they Gon get cha
She calling me drunk yeah I can't listen
You won't believe trust that's a Normal reaction
Calling me
Givanche tease
I take her in
brainwashed
Me I fell in love with a couple of things
I got green in my veins, I ain't talkin' cha-ching
Take it to the face like I'm offerin' bling
Ima pick
or a belly dancer wish we could uhh,
Remember Cha Cha slide, well Cha Cha right to the front,
Mixed brotha got y'all steppin, pops had jungle fever,
Studied
wolves can't blowin
If they do blow back
Hit em where they kiss
Shawty blew a kiss
By that 2 best friends suck the dick
Big chops on the hip a float cha
to introduce
We're holdin down the spot just like the pimps that want to 40-deuce
So here's the story, kid you bore me, don't ignore me
You're gettin killed in
it go
Send a wave at cha boat
My niggas on go
My niggas on go
My niggas on go
My niggas on go
My niggas on go
My niggas on go
My niggas on go
My niggas
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