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Black Gloves - Young Buck
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Black Gloves Young Buck

Black Gloves - Young Buck
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Walk through a nigga block
Two Glock, two tecs, two two-threes
Give a nigga what he really want
When bitch niggas don't want beef
Bitch niggas don't know me
Wait 'til a nigga get in range
Hate when a nigga wanna run his mouth
Then, live his life in pain
We ain't even used to this
Talkin, where the gunshots at?
Loose lips sink ships
Y'all niggas didn't even pop back
Oh Lord, I swear
Any motherfucker holla my name
I'm raw, spelled backwards
Dat's what I'm gon' brang
Banks, what a nigga thankin?
We ain't got guns? No troops?
E'rythang bulletproof
Snipers layin down on the roof
Stash box in the Coupe NI-GGAH
I'm tellin you the truth NI-GGAH
I raise them lil' penny boys
All they do is come shoot niggas
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