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bub styles – get rich or go broke lyrics

[intro]
yo, yo

[refrain]
i stuffed the leaf inside a joint
smoke that sh+t right to the face
i’ve been moving way too slow
hard to keep up with my pace
rappers nowadays, they fail
i can’t trust the sh+t you say
let’s investigate your style
we find out your sh+t fugazi

[verse 1: yelawolf]
look, i’m too raw for sushi
too quick, i got a d+ck too raw for coochie
pull up and give your top broad a smoothie
pull off, in twenty she’ll be sending all the nudies
if i make a [?]
come into the block clapping, applaud the uzi
pulled a paper bag off the tall, no koozie
pull the bus over, drop off your groupie
dirty south like a junkie with two t++th (two t++th)
in the dirt like two cleats (two clеats)
yeah, i made a couple changеs
clip a bud, turned over a new leaf
twenty+two new boosts, twenty+two sneaks
underwater like a [?], yeah, the crew’s deep
hit the bodega with bubs, picking up a dub
let me hold a dollar for a loosie
b+tch, i’m too ill now
you can’t get up in the whip looking too chill now
i need a hot girl with a bandana tied straight to the front
and pumps like lucille ball (lucy)
harley got the kick back
comb streets but i don’t comb a sl!ck back
o brother, where art thou? over in the alleyway
throwing up a tag with a thin cap
rocking a big brim hat
like i limped back, drunk, slumped in a jet black
leather jacket on the back with the pins that match
heavy metal in the waist like a tin flask
coming in hot, yeah b+tch, get a skin graft
burning ’em up, freddy krueger, that’s a big laugh
p+ssy motherf+ckers thinking in rap
but consider that trash can, kitty cat, here, kitty cat
[chorus: bub styles]

[verse 2: bub styles]

[verse 3: arxv]

[chorus: bub styles]

[outro: yelawolf]
yelawolf
[?]
motherf+cker

- bub styles lyrics

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