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bluebucksclan - i guess lyrics

[intro]
(ten11)
(ayo, stop playin’ with ’em, mook, drop this sh+t)

[verse 1: bluebucksclan dj]
a lot of hoes at my show, i got the stage jumping (stage jumping)
demons with me blowing smoke, ain’t no sage burning (ain’t no sage)
ain’t no model here, told her that her day coming (one day)
i got b+tches star struck, hoping that i say something (hoping that i say something)
double r, i just pulled up in a hardtop (yeah, hardtop)
if i press this b+tton, i could make the stars drop (make the stars drop)
twenty bottles in the club, we ain’t never bar hop (never)
twenty b+tches with us, we in vegas at the hard rock (yeah)
in this black prada shirt this motherf+cker hard, huh?
sitting in the newest maybach, this motherf+cker large, huh? (motherf+cker large)
back wit me, i can lean on them
sitting laughing at these n+ggas like steelo brim (like i’m steelo)
[chorus: bluebucksclan dj]
i could always count on tay, he got some drink on him (yeah)
if you can’t see me running sh+t, then you’re a fool, i guess (then you’re a fool)
only f+ck with bad b+tches, i don’t do no less (i don’t do ’em)
your baby momma trash, she was in a mood, i guess
i could always count on tay, he got some drink on him (yeah)
if you can’t see me running sh+t, then you’re a fool, i guess (then you’re a fool)
only f+ck with bad b+tches, i don’t do no less (yeah)
your baby momma trash, she was in a mood, i guess (she was in a mood)

[verse 2: bluebucksclan dj]
your n+gga broke and he weird, but he cool, i guess (but i guess)
shooters with me all time, yeah, i got my soldiers (yeah, i got ’em)
felon in the driver seat, i ain’t got no chauffer (ain’t got no chaffer)
tryna hold this big bag, think i popped my shoulder (popped my shoulder)
she keep saying, “leave it in”, and she want my daughter
we can do it when you show me you can walk on water (walker on water)
keep a bad b+tch, n+ggas always want my woman (my woman)
pull up to my show late, yeah, i’m just now coming (i’m just coming)
i’m at mr. chow putting something on my stomach (on my stomach)
n+ggas been rapping for awhile, sh+t still not jumpin’ (still not jumpin’)
i guess you a motherf+cking fool if you don’t think we run it (you’re a fool)
where the f+ck the n+gga with the juice? y’all said he coming

[chorus: bluebucksclan dj]
i could always count on tay, he got some drink on him (yeah)
if you can’t see me running sh+t, then you’re a fool, i guess (then you’re a fool)
only f+ck with bad b+tches, i don’t do no less (i don’t do ’em)
your baby momma trash, she was in a mood, i guess
i could always count on tay, he got some drink on him (yeah)
if you can’t see me running sh+t, then you’re a fool, i guess (then you’re a fool)
only f+ck with bad b+tches, i don’t do no less (yeah)
your baby momma trash, she was in a mood, i guess (she was in a mood)
[verse 3: jeeezy]
n+ggas think they f+cking with us, ya’ll could keep on hoping (y’all can beat it)
twenty thousand for a feature and i still won’t post it (i ain’t postin’)
i got famous b+tches in my dm, i still ain’t open (nah, i ain’t open)
all these n+ggas weak as f+ck, what’s the big commotion? (i don’t get it)
or you can be my b+tch if you can dodge a bullet (doge a bullet)
why this n+gga never wear his chain, i think somebody took it (god d+mn, god d+mn)
he don’t ever pot no flyers, i guess n0body booking
always catch me with some good sh+t like your granny cooking
i ain’t gon’ lie when i get dressed, i really do the most (do the most)
amiri pants, prada coat, marni down, holy smokes (d+mn, d+mn)
fall asleep in my jewelry but it never broke (never broke)
on my momma, i got more blues than spider loc (on my momma)
n+gga said it was his b+tch but she keep on flirting (flirting)
getting change for all these hundreds, b+tches keep on twerking (twerking)
weak n+ggas asking for advice, i told ’em, “keep on working” (keep working)
f+ck the n+gga with the juice at? my stomach hurting (my stomach)
show me all your friends before you bring ’em, b+tch, i might know ’em (might know ’em)
f+cking on this b+tch for years, this n+gga not knowing (he ain’t knowing)
look at how my diamonds dance, i’m shinin’ bright on ’em (shinin’ bright)
i could always count on big bro to have a pint on ’em

[chorus: bluebucksclan dj]
i could always count on tay, he got some drink on him
if you can’t see me running sh+t, then you’re a fool, i guess (then you’re a fool)
only f+ck with bad b+tches, i don’t do no less (i don’t do ’em)
your baby momma trash, she was in a mood, i guess
i could always count on tay, he got some drink on him
if you can’t see me running sh+t, then you’re a fool, i guess
only f+ck with bad b+tches, i don’t do no less
your baby momma trash, she was in a mood, i guess

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