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bluebucksclan – 1st place lyrics

[intro: bluebucksclan dj]
yeah

[verse 1: bluebucksclan dj]
n+ggas in our way, they can’t stop nothin’ (they can’t stop nothin’)
she gon’ keep suckin’ til i stop cummin’ (’til i stop cummin’)
only time i’m nervous when the cops comin’ (when the cops comin’, matt brick$)
ruth chris, lot of steaks, it’s a big tab (it’s a big tab)
dj quarterbackin’ sh+t, i feel like mcnabb (like mcnabb)
if i don’t look good, you can bet my b+tch bad (yeah, this b+tch bad)
lame n+ggas in her face, watch my b+tch laugh (she gon’ laugh)
facin’ ‘woods, countin’ money, i don’t get mad (countin’ money)
put the lam’ in corsa mode, watch this b+tch drag (yeah, that b+tch fast)
new amiris cost a thousand, yeah, these rich pants (yeah, these rich pants)
cartiers on my arm, these ain’t wristbands (these ain’t wristbands)
‘member i ain’t have sh+t, i used to ride the bus (i was broke)
now you see me in that urus when i’m flyin’ up (yeah, i’m flyin’)
balenciaga socks, i can’t tie ’em up (i can’t tie ’em)
all these grams in this ‘wood, i can’t light it up (i can’t light it)
i’m on these rap n+ggas’ ass, i can’t lighten up (i’m on they ass)
this sh+t comin’ off the top, i ain’t write it up (off the top)
diamonds flashin’ on my wrist, yeah, they bright as f+ck (yeah, this bussin’)
this b+tch bad, i’m like, “can your n+gga fight or what?” (can he fight?)
balenciagas big, but they fit tight as f+ck (yeah, they tight)
i get fly, she like, “d+mn, is you a kite or what?” (is you a kite or what?)
book the clan, two bands, yeah, we slidin’ up (book the clan)
urus and a cullinan, we don’t be ridin’ up (big foreigns)
[verse 2: jeeezy]
walk up to the baddest b+tch like, “you fine as f+ck” (b+tch, you fine as f+ck)
you want some dom? you sip lean? you want wine or what? (what you need?)
my b+tch bad, she walk in, b+tches straighten up (straighten up)
think i’m dreamin’, get some top while i’m wakin’ up (godd+mn)
really hate weak b+tches, guess i’m racist, huh? (guess i’m racist, huh?)
f+ckin’ b+tches on the balcony in vegas, huh? (d+mn)
i don’t smoke, but we got pounds, dj facin’ one (he facin’ one)
this b+tch bad, i’m like, “can your n+gga take a punch?” (punch)
let me f+ck you on your break ’cause he don’t bring you lunch (bring you lunch)
i just hit her when i’m bored, yeah, it’s been some months (i was bored)
eatin’ breakfast with your son, he like cap’n crunch (cap’n crunch)
she let me hit her three times, i only met her once (met her once)
yeah, let them b+tches in, these n+ggas not with us (h+ll nah)
got the top, then i dipped, act like i’m in a rush (in a rush)
white b+tch rich as f+ck with the fakest b+tt (fakest ass)
she love that ghetto sh+t, i let her hit my double cup (double cup)
this sh+t simple, we be rappin’ just to run it up (run it up)
gettin’ bored with this sh+t, bro, who cold as us? (on god)
everywhere we go, the b+tches flock, yeah, they notice us (notice us)
she like, “ain’t you with the clan? y’all be goin’ up” (on my mama)

[verse 3: bluebucksclan dj]
them hoes ain’t bad, they can’t go with us (they can’t go)
this omega on this beat, n+gga, load it up (load it up)
neezy poured in this gle, he tore it up (tore it up)
ten foreigns back+to+back when we showin’ up (yeah, that’s us)
weak b+tches make me sick, got me throwin’ up (ugh)
big trophy on my wrist, watch me hold it up (big trophy)
bucksclan in first place, you n+ggas know it’s us (know it’s us)
tryna f+ck the first date, b+tch, you know what’s up (you know what’s up)
[verse 4: jeeezy]
persian b+tch from the valley, got an accent (got an accent)
last year you was the man, bro, what happened? (d+mn, what happened?)
gucci with a louis shirt like, “what match this?” (ayy, what match this?)
told ’em load this sh+t up, i heard matt brick$

[outro]
(matt brick$)
(omega)
(nike boy)

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