Lyrics:
don't know how to love"
She said , "Follow my lead, and I'll teach you"
If you gon' leave, just get up and go, I'm fine by myself
I don't even need you
a buck
Dflee my brother he'll keep it a buck
If it's up then we leaving it stuck
Double R truck look like a bus
Bandemic yeah I'm running it up Bandemic
you stand on yo feet when You supposed to be on the flo
3 Ms through the do
2 commas
Need cold that make teeth hurt Frozen
Extreme
She got paper cuts
My gun so big gotta limp when I walk,
Don't talk the talk 'cause T.I.P. we comin,
First go about money
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3 - Young Buck]
Its all
Look, ay, since I came up in this game, I ain't get none but love
A couple haters on my dick, but I don't get no fucks
Invested all in myself just
inhale deep, devils have em
Stagnant, a trapping, the .45 magnum
And shatter bone fragments
Cops love the block you gettin backed up by Dragnet
Thrown
Our daddy liked George Jones
Haggard and Buck Owens
Momma liked The Eagles and The Beatles
And The Rolling Stones
When I was just a little kid
I
Mami Mary, Mary Coleman that is
I love you, rest in peace
You still here though
Word up
This goes out to you
Mary Parker, Loretta Randall
Grandfather
Nation of Gods & Earths, birthed by the father
If he didn't love us, then why would he bother?
Universal mathematician, I shine like the sun
Look at how
We got time we can make love
Me an you we can fuck it
Big bags bigs bucks
Yea you know we fuck em up
Jump inside peanut butter gust
Yea you kno we
on Daytons and lowriders
And three-wheel motion, bumpin Tha Eastsidaz
I love Cali-for-ni-ay, on a hot day
Where the green is wetter, and the head is even
Like a phoenix, reborn to bring fire
Love and desire a quest to get higher!
cre you ready, coz I'm ready,
Let's get this on......
3.2.1 LETS GO!!!
gives me.
2. Because of the sacrifice of Jesus, I have proof of unconditional love by my Heavenly Father who forever and wholeheartedly loves and accepts
Mack 10's
Bust 32 times
And niggas who ain't in it gettin shot by
Standards on the block
Smokin like bomb
Fools given up they cell
Gettin sideways leaven
game
Steady mobbin', d o double g, ain't no limit to that shit
Nigga carlos on the beat beats by the pound
'bout 3:34 in the morning don't even
that. Pretty
personal. Real ruff copy. It's the only one we got. You know what I
mean? I think y'all really love the story. People are nosey and want
I just, I just don't, I just, I just, I just don't know
I-I-I just, I just don't, I just, I just don't know what to do
I just, I just don't, I
Lemme tell ya a story about a moolie like me
I used to be a little fat at about five three but
Than I got five five an started getting high
God I
me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars,
of the Broadway Nights
And I would send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars, my friend lost his
me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars,
decisions, better then supreme, I mean everything
And the kitchen sink, in the song can't go without love for long
Come along,
To another Dimension, not
Taped Conversation
The streets wanna know
What young buck gon do
How how Young Buck gonna respond
If you see me in the streets rolling
If you see me
tryna get some
New york love at least but
They lovin me i'm laughin
At cha while ya worried bout
Me when ya punk ass
Respond I'm a give ya verse
3 haha
Discuss these three dimension love by buck owens Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In