Lyrics:
you stand on yo feet when You supposed to be on the flo
3 Ms through the do
2 commas
Need cold that make teeth hurt Frozen
Extreme
She got paper cuts
a buck
Dflee my brother he'll keep it a buck
If it's up then we leaving it stuck
Double R truck look like a bus
Bandemic yeah I'm running it up Bandemic
Look, ay, since I came up in this game, I ain't get none but love
A couple haters on my dick, but I don't get no fucks
Invested all in myself just
My gun so big gotta limp when I walk,
Don't talk the talk 'cause T.I.P. we comin,
First go about money
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3 - Young Buck]
Its all
inhale deep, devils have em
Stagnant, a trapping, the .45 magnum
And shatter bone fragments
Cops love the block you gettin backed up by Dragnet
Thrown
Nation of Gods & Earths, birthed by the father
If he didn't love us, then why would he bother?
Universal mathematician, I shine like the sun
Look at how
Like a phoenix, reborn to bring fire
Love and desire a quest to get higher!
cre you ready, coz I'm ready,
Let's get this on......
3.2.1 LETS GO!!!
We got time we can make love
Me an you we can fuck it
Big bags bigs bucks
Yea you know we fuck em up
Jump inside peanut butter gust
Yea you kno we
on Daytons and lowriders
And three-wheel motion, bumpin Tha Eastsidaz
I love Cali-for-ni-ay, on a hot day
Where the green is wetter, and the head is even
gives me.
2. Because of the sacrifice of Jesus, I have proof of unconditional love by my Heavenly Father who forever and wholeheartedly loves and accepts
Mack 10's
Bust 32 times
And niggas who ain't in it gettin shot by
Standards on the block
Smokin like bomb
Fools given up they cell
Gettin sideways leaven
I just, I just don't, I just, I just, I just don't know
I-I-I just, I just don't, I just, I just don't know what to do
I just, I just don't, I
that. Pretty
personal. Real ruff copy. It's the only one we got. You know what I
mean? I think y'all really love the story. People are nosey and want
game
Steady mobbin', d o double g, ain't no limit to that shit
Nigga carlos on the beat beats by the pound
'bout 3:34 in the morning don't even
decisions, better then supreme, I mean everything
And the kitchen sink, in the song can't go without love for long
Come along,
To another Dimension, not
Lemme tell ya a story about a moolie like me
I used to be a little fat at about five three but
Than I got five five an started getting high
God I
me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars,
me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars,
of the Broadway Nights
And I would send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars, my friend lost his
kind of nice the way I shine
The way I fly with diamonds by my side
I'm trying
But I get with a style and stick with it
Made a few bucks and I think imma
Taped Conversation
The streets wanna know
What young buck gon do
How how Young Buck gonna respond
If you see me in the streets rolling
If you see me
tryna get some
New york love at least but
They lovin me i'm laughin
At cha while ya worried bout
Me when ya punk ass
Respond I'm a give ya verse
3 haha
from.
The hardcore's connected to the base of her fate.
She just breaks and bring drama to the situation,
Ejaculation of my projectile, she's buck
C.O.U.N.T.R.Y
Written by: Eamon Owen
V1
Well we were born in the back woods country side
Where were proud of who we are and our southern pride
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