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bluebucksclan - horace grant lyrics

[verse 1: dj & jeeezy]
i feel like these n+ggas soft, n+ggas cupcake
told her ion want no p+ssy lemme f+ck face
last night was prada down had a rough day
my feet will never ever feel how no chuck lace
big foreigns blockin all the neighbors front gate
in the stu im tryna see what b+tches up late
on the phone with my jewler whats the update
i can see from court side these n+ggas pump faking
wouldn’t believe what i paid for my watch
can’t believe what i paid for this wop
fifteen hunnid dollars in this pot
put yo lips on this cup you bet not
quiet b+tch locked me up, i was shocked
looked down at my pockets thеy on steroids
barry bonds me a n+gga, uncle elroy
hеre go twenty five hunnid get yo hair done
b+tch i payed every bill you can’t trip none
i’m with eight b+tches outta town make the trip none
this my last cup i can’t afford to spill none
told the chef make my plate when the meal done
jeeezy pulled up in the lamb, you should’ve seen him
hunnids in the glove compartment for no reason
these some undergarments finna go to neimans
a lot of great b+tches know about this p+n+s
my b+tched popped up on me, what you thinkin?
[verse 2: dj & jeeezy]
i ain’t even writing sh+t, i’m just speaking
i ain’t never wrote no sh+t down i just wing it
i can show you how to run these plays, i’m sarkisian
rich b+tches with some fire head what i’m seeking
seen yo baby daddy, he still sliding in that lincoln
i just seen yo b+tch slide in the lil honda
all i want is face told her ion go no condom
thirteen hunnid dollar shirt, yeah no problem
big shoes on the bottom say p+r+ ada
give her ten bands every time i see my momma
bring ten friends when you come to see obama
n+ggas asking me where the hoes cause i got em
can’t bring no lame round my bros, they might rob em
forgis got me sitting real high like a tonka
i keep f+cking all my best friends that’s my problem
all these black trucks pulling up, where my driver?
my b+tch bad and she thick as f+ck, i can’t hide her
in davinci bleeding, d+mn i need to go to kaiser

[verse 3: dj & jeeezy]
all you do is suck it for a hour how you tired?
we ain’t never tripping over b+tches that sh+t minor
in celine getting dressed, ion need no iron
putting this sh+t on, payed a lot for my attire
jeeezy he that n+gga all the pretty hoes admire
5 star plates i ain’t eating at no diner
stuff an eighth in a wood ion need no grinder
i want the baddest out the friends, lemme meet the rest
shoot dubs, man i hate how these n+ggas bet
swear to god man i hate how these n+ggas dress
facetime with a famous b+tch it won’t reconnect
i just dumped all my b+tches finna reselect
everything you want it that box right there to the left
she like my cologne, she like d+mn n+gga what is that?
gassin on my song, they like d+mn where the chorus at?
bucksclan we can’t lose i’m the quarterback
gabbana frames on my face feel like horus grant

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