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buckshot - heavy weighters lyrics

[buckshot]
clack clack clack, clack clack clack clack
f-ck wit bdb, i put a, hole in ya back
see me, it’s like that, it’s like this
hit you wit the tip of the four fifth, lick off ya bottom lip
i gotta have it, and did it to smackin
ya n-gg-s backwards, i don’t how to act kid, relax kid
calm ya -ss down, don’t let the liquor or the weed smoke
provoke a fight now, aight now
don’t get g-ssed up, i know where you live at, i tied ya wife up
gave her the d-ck and she was like “buck”
yeah picture ya girl, me and my d-ck sucked
man, i live it up, the life of a thorough n-gg-, what
you see me on the block, runnin from sh-t
comin wit the glock, bustin off thunderous sh-t
number one hit, still throw blows to get
up in your tentacles, turn you into vegetables

[chorus 2x: swan]
we heavy weighters, crowd motivators
in and out of staters, benz and navigators
ridin elevators, to the hundredth floor
bombin down on that -ss, we bout to give you some more

[swan]
where we get gully for the cash, call it terror dome
where b-tch n-gg-s pop down, when they hear the chrome
swan flip digital, n-gg- try and rap
don’t love the six hundred, n-gg- neck snap back, f-ck it
crash that, ’cause n-gg-s pullin on my d-ck again
paparazzi wanna take my flick again, give a chick a ten
good girl, got my glock in the spot
’cause i don’t trust you m-th-f-ckas, when i’m rockin the spot
and dead men, swan gotti, young gun for fun
see ya hungry gettin none, ’cause my nine weigh a ton
when i bust, better run, or catch a war back breaker
live shots, shakin and fakin

[f.t.]
who callin me out? i’m all about triggas and toast
b-tches gimme p-ssy, ’cause my d-ck is bigger than most
n-gg-s is dose, of thugs so you figure i’m broke
advice it happens, money, all liquor and smoke
i went to school but wasn’t learnin nuthin
stay burnin bustin, was a birth to frontin
pullin out gats, ready to murder somethin
my whole game plan, is name brand
let off the flame and smack a gay man wit the same hand
all you undefeated cats bout to take ya first lost
f-ck that, it’s a work, boss get hurt, boss never jerk off
hit honeys wit shirts and skirts off
yeah, you look hard, but your verse soft

[chorus 4x]

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