Lyrics:
love me
[Young Buck]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two
- swing beat
Name; Heavy D, so just watch me
Car; Chevy four by four Blazer
Favorite pasttime? Skeeze chaser!
Size; ten and a half, sometimes
faith in God on Daily basis will increase
And you will not be shaken by anything on earth
Declarations after
Declare after me brethren
I declare that God,
up wit me
I Got none but killers on the line they all stuck wit me
Fuck the money bro cut that iron and they gon bust for me
Run up this for all u
with me, lose ya mind, have you thinking out the box
Say it's clean up time now I'm walking with a mop
Won't tuck a damn thing, I don't play by the rules
crazy, or worse I'm insane
Compare me to James, I go hard in (Harden) the paint
I found a new way to harness the pain
Sippin' the 40 and sparkin' that Jane
even see me with the pistol and the shank
Walked up to him, put the pistol to his tank
Pussy nigga faint, pick that pussy up, now let 'em lay
Where
You know I, this is James Brown
I'm such a lover of people
Because people did so much for me
I'm a lover of all humanity, all man kind
And I feel
are a couple 69ing
It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, nigga
Fuck yo' couch, nigga
You screamin', "Fuck the world!" with your middle
stand me a broke nigga
They gonna call me a gold digger
They better call me a go-getter
I’m gonna get up and get it
(1st Verse)
Know my Baby be moving
in my word
Forever my bond
Just Like I'm James
But Ima king and that's word to Lebron
You never need glasses but fucking with me
It's The Vizion you
all up on the line
Too scared to fight, then go let David kill Goliath
Walk through the valley, but the lord is by my side
He heard my cry
Hold me
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
a bag now
Now I cash out
Remember tried to flex on me that's why I brag now
Remember matching up on dimes
I'm smoking by the pound
Elevating til I can't
Prayer
Preacher talking 'bout Christ betrayed
It's like the earth just opened and swallowed him up
He reached too high, was thrown back to the ground
Prayer
Preacher talking 'bout Christ betrayed
It's like the earth just opened and swallowed him up
He reached too high, was thrown back to the ground
Hot dammit I feel like Tinashe
The weed and liquor got me too on
I don't want none of my exes
I be fuckin' with my new jawn
Stop by on her way
with it
If I get a bag then I might go act a fool with it
I popped out with the puffers on me
I secured the bag and I barely had to hustle homie
James
she tryna jerk me
Okay, drop it to the floor, make that ass shake (shake, shake)
Woah, make the ground move, that's an ass quake
Built a house up
three on three's on the sidewalk
Done too many cold nights on a bando
Swear me and James had to bun, no skyfall
Two fours, had my brolley on like
mental health
Pressure on me, I ain´t playing games, burning like them flames
Legendary : Iggy up for the layup then blocked by James
On a mission
I’m
and killed the Kill
Bought a house up in the hills
Rap is soccer, I'm Brazil
Right in pockets hundred bills
Wanna contract with dreamville (A lot)
Me and weed
What up AP
Put that iron on you, squeeze dat bitch and straighten out them wrinkles
I was raised by real killers, whole time, they just some good
First name is still Ed
My middle name is still James
But hold up, wait! Let me pause for the cause
I'm bustin all them suckers that
Be givin up them
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