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katastropheib - young bucks lyrics

[verse}
the blunt’s down to a roach, it’s burning my fingers
the session been finished but the smell still lingers
the odor of da douja make you put your nose up
sniffing, guessing, wondering,where the source is
i get mine, man, i got my sources
fossil fuel resources riding with the power of 180 horses
monte ss no porches
lost track of where my torch is…
(where’s it at)
one of my n-ggas probably got when they spark up then i’ll spot it
call ’em out have a laugh it’s all good; part of a session
smoking og learning lessons, moving weight like bench pressing
& these hoes we do impress ’em when we flexing
i ain’t talking about the muscle i’m talking about the hustle
exactly what this rap sh-t is i’m about to take over the biz
i ain’t selling dope; i’m selling raps
raps selling like it’s dope not exactly but that’s my hope
it’s all i have the city’s poppin it’s up for grabs so i go up
& i get that board like i’m joakim noah
pull a bad b-tch & i hardly know her
turns out she had a deep throat
i’m made it in like a free throw
after the play that i just made
i’mma young buck trynna get paid
young buck trynna get made
word up to my good fellas, phlyer than propellers
walk in the room & you smell us
wing gang b-tch what can ya tell us when the money right
we been drinking all night so we ready for a fight go ahead & try us
h-ll yea i’m biased, 3.14 just to buy us
funke like tobias
broke as a joke ain’t funny
no applause we a tough crowd
concert speakers ain’t as loud as what we smoking
take a drag now i’m choking
cough cough my lungs are on fire the very reason i spit this fire
hit man up for hire k!ll a melody for a fee
i’m sure there is a price we can agree
if you good at something don’t do it for free
that what an og told me
crazy n-gga burning loot
weed same color as the joker’s suit
in hot pursuit on the road to riches
running over b-tches like the great gatsby
under the mattress where the gats be
careful what you sleeping on; who the f-ck you sleeping on
we the phly feather in any weather stick together like super glue
exactly what it do yea ya stuck that couch lock
you ain’t in the cut of the indica
hennessy give me a pick me up
like my n-ggas when i’m down to ride side by side
in rotation like foreman’s bas-m-nt
so many days spent committing crimes
weed illegal but i think it’s fine
i’m writing rhymes trynna get this cheddar
used to suck but i’m getting better
c-cky n-gga in a coogi sweater i think i’m big
tom hanks playing piano on the floor
if you rocking with this scream for more
if you rocking with this scream for more

- katastropheib lyrics

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