Lyrics:
and mustard
Yeah, my cheeks are hella red but
I don't ever get flustered
Owned by a country star again
Write a song about it motherfucker church
Shoutout
church, my Jesus piece
Now please, domino, domino
Only spot a few blacks the higher I go
What's up to Will? Shout out to O
That ain't enough, we gonna
Penny say there he go again
Copper, look crooketer by the second
No time for checkin’ possession of weapons, that intent to sale marijuana
Pardon your
the club, make 'em start a riot
Throw my hood up then go take it outside
[Repeat]
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Why you hate me nigga? Yo baby momma love me
She see
O3X[00:14.33]In love with the racks baby it's the one[00:16.20]Don't settle for nothin' I just want that buck[00:17.88]Let's talk about money not
we go again
Oh, not me again, last time I wrecked shit
Burned down the church comin' through like the exorcist
Next to this, you get put on my shit
Can the church say Amen? (Amen reverend)
We gon' do another off in right now
We gon' do another one in fifteen minutes
And we gon' do one mo',
that do'
With a 20 dollar bill, bill bill (c'mon boy, buck buck!)
We gon' flip this bitch and get some mo' dough (flip this bitch!)
And won't you tell
The devil's who you're fuckin' with
[Chorus]
Murda, murda, murda, murda
[Layzie]
I'm corrupt and demented and I diminish by execution
A savage of torture
with Tertiary
But something Happened
Now the whole planning scattered
So now I either go on Mission or start all over again
But I won't do it
I rather go
Around
Go Put Ya' Pack Up, And Pick Up Ya' 4 Pound, It's Bout To Go Down
Buck Back On That Bullshit, He Even Got His Baby Momma Walkin With A Full Clip
love y’all fasho for ridin’ by my side (By my side)
Always kept it real, ain’t never shit to hide (Never hide)
Y’all I’ll kill, niggas lost, I cried (I
Now they all keep begging me to stay
But I can't be here another day
So I drink from this bottle til' I feel numb again
I've been tempted by these
didn't raise me that way
And the homies I grew up with
Locs I threw up with
Is the kind of fools that you don't want to buck with
Why does it
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
and gets a little too crunk', setting the building ablaze with a BBQ lighter and 14 used tissues
Now we go live to our correspondent in the field, Javoran',
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin' with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
(Jonez)
Yea
We really in the city with it man (Chainz)
Trinibad ting (Forreal)
Money Ave
This is ave shit nigga
Bare head get buss
M.A
I’ll take that
You lift up a storm drain, go under the earth with a deck of cards, play some wiz, smoke a bone like a city rat. Now it's different. I'm lying there. I
on your knees and repent like you going to church
Got the pussy hella wet, I don't know how to surf
Banging ass Blasian bitch with all kinda curves
I forgot
nigga Pac
Gotta go in on this one yeah, let's go
Give me my money and stacks and
Lace my swishas with kush, nigga
Hard liquor fuck up my liver
Guaranteed
Young Mula, baby
Yeah, I belong to the world, don't be selfish with me
When I go places with Wayne, you would think Elvis with me
My niggas
in the shower
I even sang in the band, I sang my soul would recoup
At 25, I went to South Africa with my church group
Started off as church business, I
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