Get Bucked 8Ball
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[Chorus]
All my niggas, if you feel what I’m saying, get buck
If some niggas wanna flex, we can tear the fuckin’ club up
High ‘til I die, let me hear you say it with me
Fuck a trick, buck a bitch, death to my enemy
Niggas, if you feel what I’m saying, get buck
If some niggas wanna flex, we can tear the fuckin’ club up
High ‘til I die, let me hear you say it with me
Fuck a trick, buck a bitch, death to my enemy
[Verse 1]
Time to take this shit to a level many thought was dead
Recording what I read, and try to fuck up a nigga head
Not saying ‘fuck peace,’ but now ain’t the time for that
Grab the mic, and show a muthafucka where it’s at
Twisted off the dope I twisted, flip and lift it
Enlisted in this hip-hop business to get them riches
Hardcore freaky bitches dig me ‘cause I shoot much game
Fuck the fame, fuck your name, Ball ain’t lame
Aggravated, barbiturates, and bong hits
Mixed with D10 clips, talon tip zip
Cutting wind, put a bitch life to an end
Stop your grin, put a baguette print on your chin
Ain’t no friends in this dirty game we all play
That’s why we gotta pray and thank the Lord for another day
Kill with a pen, Memphian, Babylonian
Widespread destruction as the whole world ends
All my niggas, if you feel what I’m saying, get buck
If some niggas wanna flex, we can tear the fuckin’ club up
High ‘til I die, let me hear you say it with me
Fuck a trick, buck a bitch, death to my enemy
Niggas, if you feel what I’m saying, get buck
If some niggas wanna flex, we can tear the fuckin’ club up
High ‘til I die, let me hear you say it with me
Fuck a trick, buck a bitch, death to my enemy
[Verse 1]
Time to take this shit to a level many thought was dead
Recording what I read, and try to fuck up a nigga head
Not saying ‘fuck peace,’ but now ain’t the time for that
Grab the mic, and show a muthafucka where it’s at
Twisted off the dope I twisted, flip and lift it
Enlisted in this hip-hop business to get them riches
Hardcore freaky bitches dig me ‘cause I shoot much game
Fuck the fame, fuck your name, Ball ain’t lame
Aggravated, barbiturates, and bong hits
Mixed with D10 clips, talon tip zip
Cutting wind, put a bitch life to an end
Stop your grin, put a baguette print on your chin
Ain’t no friends in this dirty game we all play
That’s why we gotta pray and thank the Lord for another day
Kill with a pen, Memphian, Babylonian
Widespread destruction as the whole world ends
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