Lyrics:
really wanting
Catch the spiritual fader after failure, he on to something
Why was my gun so I'ma start bucking
At least I did something
If I don't say
When the money coming in
We gon get it muhfucka
Get your money lil n*gga
Growing up in Southside
I ain’t never been a sucka
I was bucking at them
ducking and running away
I’m bucking and dumping all day
The Ops attack and I spray
That nine is no match for the Kay
They ducking and running away
I’m
My side kicking friend
I've got more than enough of his memories
For down in Mesquite there's
A cowboy sleeping
Where bulls aren't a bucking isn't
Dayton Texas rodeo Possum Potez stole the show
Way back in 1968 the night he rode ol' Pearly Gates
It was a spinning bucking ton of death
Momma told me grow up to be something, be something
I went diamond with this album so we bucking, we bucking
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
I'm so far ahead
There's a joy in your sweet abandon
Like the cowgirl ballerina
Leaves that ride
The wild and holy bucking wind that the sky
Sent through you to blow
I'm still bucking like 5-deuce 4-trey
Nigga with a attitude no O'shea
I give a damn what muhfucka' gone say
Long as I'm eatin' and my family is okay
gotta loosen up for the get down
Aye, what do ya know
She got her boots on the dance floor, bucking like a rodeo
She got a tight jean skirt, so fine make
a fade if you ever touching me
Say it to my face and my team is bucking heat
I’m really really great and the ladies loving me
Bet i’ll go and put your
want it, want it
We fight and then we fussing fussing fuck me
The love Love keep me bucking
Tell Them Gyal Nah Fi Suck it Suck It
Can't nobody get my
Pony, my show pony
Show pony, every Saturday morning I'm braiding his mane
Show pony, then he's bucking me off and getting out of this ring
Fall turned
Fighting and humbling against the wall
Making money, with some perky nuts
But he got a bucking blues and some perky loonies
All right sister we’ve been in
these woods
Running
Im drumming
Turn nothing to something
Im hunting these goods
Younging
Im bucking
And fuck your opinion on me
Lover
Im tougher
Hit
sinning, you could say the top is fitting (the top)
Living with a mission, tryna buy my sheets with linen (yeah)
Ducking and I'm bucking, tryna see when will
brothers died, where they bucking nines, oh
I slept in my car in the back of my seat
Hungry for half of the week
Went out to church for a sandwich to eat
the Henny out the bottle I️ don’t need a cup
Like what’s up nigga like what’s up
If you nucking We bucking and we goin see who buss
Like what’s up nigga like
We swervin breaks hittin like a side show
Momma ate too much hot sauce
I'm bucking like I'm getting rocks off
Blarre Bianchi
Iam Christarz
pants
Aye
Oh my
Sneak dissing
Bucking up on sight
Freak bitches on the goddam side
Yellow tape on my belt Off White
Pounds of weed and counting cheese
so run up get to busting
Started stunting leave him bucking
He ain't running get to upping
In the field no football if you run up G-Lock get
These ain't no rain boots, they ain't for snow
These boots were made for bucking, down at the rodeo
These boots were made for bucking, bucking
Aye Switching lanes bucking traffic almost forgot where I was
Brand new valbasas I just wear em cause I don't go to club
Yakno that I keep it 100 i
Bitch hell nah ain't no gang
Yeah, only good energy in my body bitch how I'm rocking today
Call up my twin with the K
Pull-up bucking, hey
Bitch so
checking me out
Who the fuck is he testing they bucking him down
The Glock with supressor, it won't make no sounds
Rihanna with drama we running the town
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