Lyrics:
really want, don't know how to fight back
She know I want her love, she know it
But she just wanna buy another coat, Rick Owens
They love me where I go
Owens,
Undercover all up on my jeans,
You know I got that Chanel, that double c’s,
I just be chillin taking flights overseas,
For the green I be actin like
ride out
Heard these niggas was just hating we gon slide down
Going dumb
Going wild
What you want
Want my style
Got my back just by myself
Pain
to fossilize it
To make sure none of you bammers
Try to reprise it what
Life's a bitch and then you die
That buck that bought a bottle
Could've struck the lotto
started this band, didn't have no plans, didn't see no arc
Just run with the craft, have a couple laughs
Make a buck and dash, yeah
Get a little dap like
rough brother,
Word to my grandmother.
I buck you in the head just to let ya know.
Stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo',
Drag it out of ya, bring
Well it's the #1 Assassin
Provin' a point to many people
Some claim to be assassins
But to Bone there is no equal
And Bone will stand alone
And buck down
Down
Rise
This is the sign
Jesus coming back
I'm energized I do my rhymes
My God know
I'm a real Don Dada
Let me teach behind ya
Shorty looking Fine
Yeah
on an elevated layer
Looking down cuz we really up
Eye dropped my broke man frames
Now all eye see is me
Not conceited or in need of needing
By scheming material
Intro
(David Banner)
It's ya boy David Banner
I'ma see if I can bring tha Gangsta Walk back
Memphis, Mississipi, Everybody from tha South
couldn't want to go back
Recitation:
He said "You know, I used to be a well-known country singer
Made my first record back in 1953
At one time Buck
than go back to it
See everybody has their own shortfall and
Mine might not compare to yours at all
But still be thankful for the little bit that you
Baby wanna bounce back
But she ask for body counts
Baby wanna go out, dance
But she asking what I'm bout
Baby why you looking mad?
Play it cool, I'm
niggas out here acting buck wild
They just need that real shit right now
Looking for shit to scratch up off this bucket list
Found a tug of war
(Ayo Jug)
All black like I'm Batman
Shot me in the ribs
Ain't feel a thing I'm off a xan man
Keep the perky's by me, they my up's
when I'm down man
I
the money get spent
S560, five percent
Only make dollars, I don't even make sense
Never looking back, ain't think about it since
If you see me 'round, that's
not be stingy
Rick Owens number nine yes I'm looking so stizzy
I left that old beam bought a new beam
And they still be hating yeah
And they still be
and territory issues
By any means necessary, so in your chest I bury two buck shots
so who got six niggaz next to carry
off these wanna be's, niggas they
I keep it evil 'cause them goodie
Goodies never make a buck
I keep it evil 'cause them goodie
Goodies never make a buck
I keep it evil 'cause them
Peter Pan magic dust hie I get rid of y'all
Niggas stay talking nun stop just like auctioneer
Me and Owen double back we spray we get them outta here
Haaaaaa
Geezy
Aye man who that is Callin man
(Fuck your producer my beat is by Meexhie)
Haaaaa
I took em off, I did it again
These n***** be mad
to come back cause I'm just not through
If it's under the sun then it's shit not new
See Mr. Owens is not no slave
And epxD.Shvgg is not no clown
I
hopping on jets yeah we hit the road
She fell in love with me cuz I got the rolls
Spend it I make it right back by tomorrow
My brothas got my back like they
speaking, so you listening to the thoughts
Of an evil spirit, in demonic verses everytime I talk
I'm confused, by my psychological set backs
In the storm,
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