Lyrics:
chick
With my lips around her tit
And my stick all in her clit
Now who she with? the Ryda!
Now you hatin' it
I see that mark buck on my dawg, chasin' it
Baby what the fuck
I'm grappling my gloves
Look you in eyes
Tighten them bitches up
You ain't making it out of one
Melancholy
Outta pocket
Belly up
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me
crack, I'm just what you wanna be
Young, rich and famous bitches can't get enough of me
And they runnin' up on me usually in groups of them
But not just
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me
I used to sleep on the floor for niggas who ain’t heard of me
Finna switch up the game that’s for sure
Best believe I aint worried homie
You niggas
with my brother Jeff Hardy
You'll never catch me in a party
I'm way too rich for the scene
She wanna feel on my jeans
She popped a bean, Percocet
It
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
Bill, but call me Chuckie
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
Bill, but call me Chuckie
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
You deserve the world
But now you act like other girls
Shawty said she love me
Now that sh*t a Blur
Now that sh*t a Blur
Owens on my shirt
Shawty said
[Young Buck:]
You See These Niggas Get Out The Pen, And Think It's Good
Go Get A Pack, And Come Right Back, To The Same Hood
They Think These Young
pet her
I swing out this cock I'm gone whoop like some leather
Fuck it's finally time to bring the hook in
What do you mean?
Do you see this ice on my
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me
out With me have fun please believe we’re Goan,
Rock the summer out June July August I’m a bring it the hardest,
Billion bucks I’m walking I’m walking
Crib in the hills if that's what you need just keep it a buck with me
I am the best you know what am saying just keep it a buck with me
Am never
Long barrel on that rifle, trust me
It'll reach
I'm gon' keep applyin' that pressure
Ain't nobody pressin' me
We walked in together
Cut you off
bodies and tombstones
Straight to the devil nigga light in ya bed's right
Because ya tune from me let miss due
Strictly nigga death becomes you
So
and it lead
To duffle bagging with a dealer for a key in by the weekend And the roof is in the trunk with all the caution and the patience
Lil room
he? He buck drunk
Where are we? We buck drunk
Said how you feeling?
I know I buck drunk
I know that Kyd Ace buck drunk
And all of the girls are buck
D.R.U.G.S.
She snottin' that P out that D
She want me to put some of this coke in her butt, ugh
She Russian, I beat up the pussy for Ukraine
Bought her
see you
I know you're bobbin' your head
'Cause I can see you
You can't see me
Death Row, lemme know you in the house (beyotch)
Yeah, that's right,
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