Lyrics:
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
of charcoal, naked in the North Pole
Survive all that cuz his heart's cold, lord knows
Bucket hat on top with the Sobi as a prop
With a "Hey, hey, hey" and all
splashin' by the way I drop the buckets
Now she in her car send a text she's tryna fuck around
Hit it 100 times and you know I couldn't trust it
Now she
Aesop Rock
Smack dab in the middle of the cuddles and kills, guerilla jimmy city limits with a bucket of pills hollring 'no I don't immediately
think it's tawdry
Polly, Nancy, Eddie, Artie prolly already getting bawdy
DJ got the party started Dev's all "let's get naughty"
But in responding Angie
on the scene with cocktails
One nigga looking for po po, in Forest Hill
Someone looking through windows
The doorbells goes off followed by the pump and gas
you call a nightmare
More broken dreams per capita
Locked in, rear naked choke
This ain't S + M, Metallica
Trio full of Hanson's, the foils in
must have died
Stabbed in the back then I cut the ties
Locked the doors, shut the blinds
Living this life by God's design
But I'ma still need this
going go drop buckets it's showtime
I'm a man by myself give a fuck bout a cosign
Shit get real in them buildings we running this shit like the carter but
[Chorus:]
Poppin bottles in the club,
buckets on ice haters in the corner mean muggin alright
watch us while we ball like.
.. heeey! we gon be at it all
sucka free
In the land of blow pops
She doing blow off my dick
Scratched that off the bucket list
Switch blade cut
Buck 50 to a quarter brick
Cordial shit
cannot hurt you
These ideas speaking through me
When we’re by ourselves, we’re each Rumi
People saying no
Drops – in –tha – bucket – for – meeeee
People
bitch I brought you pampers
Bash your friends cant give no answers
Keep your tongues in the crypt of the mansion
Bustin' shots at their feet they dancin'
the threads of my life,
'til I met you I was a Drop In The Bucket,
Holding on to survive,
Now gather round people, listen what I say,
There's a big storm
you tryna roll
Bucket to the least son tell em send the tab
40k indoors homie stuck let me drop top
Got some high vacuum filled gas
I made bands whoa
I got her in my bucket list
I just wanna fuck the bitch
Inny minie miny mo
Phoreign piper pipe the ho
She gon pop it off
She gon pop it off
She
I'm in designer walkin'
I put that money all in, stack the money by the ten
Forty thousand for the lens, from a bucket to a Benz
Nigga know I came
remorse hit by the hardcore fo' sho'
Leave him stuck in his front seat
70 rounds through his front window
Ain't no fuckin' with G's
Fill 'em up to they
the newest and blessed by Tech
Clergy of crazed, worthy of praise
Like Anubis and Wepwawet
Dismissed what I play to thee
A Damu could must a wrong should
the zone, he already had the beats that he wanted
I had did "Nothing Like It" already at that time
But then Jay walked in
I remember he had a Gucci bucket
around
I was told that every drops sacred
From Sacto To Kanto
It's been around for ages
From the fountain of time
We all drip
He gathered in a tall ship
with the beat
Yeah Nancy, I went to church the other day
Tell you what I saw this girl twerking to the choir
I was just appalled by it
And then next
Bush'll pay homage to me
I'm putting in a lot of work man acknowledge a g
Yes, yes, a g I am, holla if you need some grams
I'm poppin' off by myself I
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