Lyrics:
(hey)
All these shots, are you niggas havin' fun yet? (Buck, buck)
I'ma do it by the book so run that (hey)
Take ya bitch, then I ride into sunset
millennium
You can't know what I'm schemin', my ideas I'm concealin' 'em
These plain and simple bars I'm sayin' 'em just like I'm seein' 'em
My rhymes are
get mad shit
Cause they wack, shit
He gone act like he gone wack shit
But he wacks dick
That lil pussy looking mad sis
I'm counting mad bucks
I put you
You probably already know this in your heart: diamonds and diamond engagement rings are b*llshit. You might not know why, and you might not be able
Boom, bash, wake up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn your wet dream to fright night.
You can call me R and B, homies, which stands for
on these niggas like I spilt some wet paint
Niggas hate but I go to places that these niggas can't
What you claim, nigga? Do you bang? We are not the same
(At all)
What you claim? Nigga
Do you bang? We are not the same
Maintain, 'Rari switchin' lanes
Drinkin' purple rain (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Out
fellas are invited to listen
Unless you have seperate compartment maybe you can get away from it
And we hope y'all get back safe
When Charlie Duke was
you
Ooh, Raf in my basement (yeah)
Yeah, pass the gas
Bet you know, that I'm gon' face it
Wait, that's the reason that they mad
'Cause Lil Uzi,
the whole black community
You can't play both sides of the fence
1993 mad kids are gettin tense
Black cop!! Black cop black cop black cop
Stop shootin
dig-beaters
Ten millimeter, buck, buckn' you down from my two-seater
Rippin' shit for the brothers who ain't here
Killin' bears and kickin' snitches right
up until death
Spin ting on my left
On my right side there's a 'chetes
(Diss the 6, are you nuts? Diss the 6
You meet death) us man are mad about bands
draggin
Wavy like durag, flyer than Aladdin
Fly her to Paris, ima buy her a palace
Robe on too cozy, Rick Owen mattress
The matters be mad less
Ya stretch
the whole black community
You can't play both sides of the fence
1993 mad kids are gettin tense
Black cop!! Black cop black cop black cop
Stop shootin
make it to the top (Yeah)
Just by giving top
Meanwhile the niggas flop
In other words
Your bitch sucking dick while you clean it up
Ah (Woo)
Damn I swear
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
for keeps
Yeah, you got a Rollie
I just got a Patek Philippe
Yeah, you mad as fuck
I did this shit as a teen
Now this shit come quick
Like my guap,
the ho ratio, I'm like David Caruso
There's a mad shortage of people givin' me kudos
I been doin' this since T-Pain was pourin' us Nuvo
You tell 'em I
I'm like David Caruso
There's a mad shortage of people givin' me kudos
I been doin' this since T-Pain was pourin' us Nuvo
You tell 'em I run country,
you dare give me no type of argument
All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant
Hey, hit you with fatness, represent my blackness
Run
(Harlan Howard - Buck Owens)
I've got a tiger by the tail it's plain to see
Well I won't be much when you get through with me
I'm losin' weight and turnin'
Worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money (money)
Worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money
Yeah I got a bag, I know you mad tho'
But
While you out there fackin on them jacks man we comin up
Smokin on them sweets filled with ink, gettin real buck
Talkin all that shit, moviemaker I must
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had
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