Fuck 12 BlueBucksClan
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[Verse 1: Jeeezy]
Three bitches layin' with me, this shit king-sized (Shit king-sized)
Got Azul for the hoes, I don't drink wine (I don't drink wine)
Got me seein' spaceships on the East side (On the East side)
Bought an eight, niggas tryna squeeze a deuce out me (Goddamn)
With your bitch, yeah, she tryna squeeze the juice out me (Squeeze the juice out me, Nike Boy)
Niggas tryna link, but this week, I'm all booked up (Yeah, I'm booked up, Omega)
Me and DJ back in blue, I got the hookup (I got the hookup)
Nigga damn near start a fire how I cook up (How I cook up)
[Verse 2: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Twenty plates, we at Fleming's, it's a potluck (It's a potluck)
Fuck 12, yeah, we finna fuck a cop up (Beat his ass)
Told her suck it 'til I bust, make me lock up (Finna lock up)
Too many hoes, I gotta move, one might pop up (Goddamn)
Too many hundreds, all these blues, who gon' stop us? (It ain't gon' stop)
Ring the bell, we got Azul, she just got drunk (Hit the bell)
Smelled your pack, this ain't hemp, this is not Runtz (This ain't hemp)
[Verse 3: Jeeezy]
Oh, I thought a nigga with no bitches said somethin' (That's what I thought)
I can't leave this bitch alone, she be head-huntin' (I can't do it)
Rap niggas mad at me, but ain't did nothin' (Niggas lame)
I was bad as hell, every week, she got a wig comin' (Every week)
Tryna knock you down, I ain't tryna build nothin' (Hell nah)
Treat these old-ass niggas like my lil' cousin (Lil' nigga)
Callin' niggas big homies who ain't did nothin' (Lil' nigga)
I ain't know she meant the world to you, you should've said somethin' (You should've said somethin')
Three bitches layin' with me, this shit king-sized (Shit king-sized)
Got Azul for the hoes, I don't drink wine (I don't drink wine)
Got me seein' spaceships on the East side (On the East side)
Bought an eight, niggas tryna squeeze a deuce out me (Goddamn)
With your bitch, yeah, she tryna squeeze the juice out me (Squeeze the juice out me, Nike Boy)
Niggas tryna link, but this week, I'm all booked up (Yeah, I'm booked up, Omega)
Me and DJ back in blue, I got the hookup (I got the hookup)
Nigga damn near start a fire how I cook up (How I cook up)
[Verse 2: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Twenty plates, we at Fleming's, it's a potluck (It's a potluck)
Fuck 12, yeah, we finna fuck a cop up (Beat his ass)
Told her suck it 'til I bust, make me lock up (Finna lock up)
Too many hoes, I gotta move, one might pop up (Goddamn)
Too many hundreds, all these blues, who gon' stop us? (It ain't gon' stop)
Ring the bell, we got Azul, she just got drunk (Hit the bell)
Smelled your pack, this ain't hemp, this is not Runtz (This ain't hemp)
[Verse 3: Jeeezy]
Oh, I thought a nigga with no bitches said somethin' (That's what I thought)
I can't leave this bitch alone, she be head-huntin' (I can't do it)
Rap niggas mad at me, but ain't did nothin' (Niggas lame)
I was bad as hell, every week, she got a wig comin' (Every week)
Tryna knock you down, I ain't tryna build nothin' (Hell nah)
Treat these old-ass niggas like my lil' cousin (Lil' nigga)
Callin' niggas big homies who ain't did nothin' (Lil' nigga)
I ain't know she meant the world to you, you should've said somethin' (You should've said somethin')
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