Lyrics:
to the guys I had to hide
Sorry to the girls I had to lie to
Who ain't need to know if I was by the lake switchin' tides, too
Anyway, I don't wanna talk
crystal clear
So now sit back, relax and enjoy the ride
You had yours on
Now it's Cook and Trae's time
Don't start none, won't be none
Don't start none,
smoke it with me, yeah
Then, I'ma smoke it with you
Y'all, we can smoke it all up
We can smoke and get buck
We can smoke it all up
We can smoke
(chorus)
Buck buck fuck where my thugs at, where the fuck my thugs at
Are you ready for war, got to be ready for war
(verse 1)
Forward march, pull
fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
Buck, buck, buck soufle you lay you then I'm hittin' that clutch
It's where the blacks rub, what, fuck
WHASSUP?!
Chorus: {vocal samples)
"Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip, so.." -> E. Sermon
"Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat I'm on a mission.." ->
work? Shit Ima take your job
Take your job
Yeah And I’m only here
By the grace of God
(Bucks):
Under the same damn sky
Howling at the moooooooon
Check
uh
At twenty four
I got only a guitar and a dream
A few bucks
And some clothes to my name
A couple of girls who love me
While I dey think about
We've got this world so twisted
We've made this world so fucked
When have to copyright the Lords' book
Just to cash in a, devil buck
We've got this
just enter the system, fool!
'Cause you... can cheat and rob too.
Run for the bigger buck, run for the bigger buck c'mon c'mon...
Run for the bigger
by the gram
Ok Mr. Haynes, have a pleasant day today
Your package on it's way
Just buck a client and me busy pon 'e line
Yea di banga active me nuh
You know
I never did understand why they always told me to smile
Shit
It ain't too much shit I gave a smile for
Real talk
Yo still a asshole by
You know
I never did understand why they always told me to smile
Shit
It ain't too much shit I gave a smile for
Real talk
Yo still a asshole by
Problem here, let them niggas go, followed by a buck buck
So forget what you sayin nigga fuck you and fuck who you with
You shoulda know
the bitch spend me a dub I'm focused on money I keep them racks on me don't fuck with my money you'll be a casualty it's all about timing that patek a buck
And appreciative of the rarity of my existence
'Cause I got chillin' by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I
Ooh, aye yeah, Thugger Thugger, yeah
Trae Tha Truth, yeah asshole by nature, yeah
Thugger, YSL shake the equator
Aye, I'm the same nigga go
To kick
[Krayzie]
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands
[ clapping your hands] 4x
[chorus]
As we ride by the end of the night
You will
Everybody says they want a million bucks
But I'd rather have a million days with you
My account doesn't go that high
It doesn't mean you have
En Busca De Calor
Angel y Khriz
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Listas para el baile
En busca de calor
Accion junto
on an instrumental
Guided by the most high
And I get sentimental
I know how it feels
To have nobody you can vent to
Le doy gracias a papa Dios
Por un año mas
Tu estas
they stuck me in the line of fire, where everything is wild
I made twenty dollars, and they callin' it a mistrial
Now I'm a suspect that play by his
Hey
Will
Yeah
I'm feelin' like Will (hey)
I feel like a prince
I'm feelin' myself (buck, buck)
I'm loaded with bills
'Cause I wasn't blessed
Said I'm the one
They ain't believe me
I had just got up and made it look easy
Balling like Trae Young dripped down in the peach tree
I told my ma
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