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neek bucks - sinnin lyrics

[intro: neek bucks]
yeah
(ayy, smatty, let’s count up some—)

[verse 1: neek bucks]
god forgive me, i’ma be sinnin’ for a minute
four demons in a rented, slidin’ tinted
i can’t let no n+gga get me
you know i should go down and if that sh+t ever get sticky
i can’t have no n+gga out here frontin’, actin’ like they with me
i had them demons on my mama couch
schemin’, we was lookin’ for a reason, tryna block it out
bro step on that sh+t, he still’ll grease you, he don’t talk it out
why would i cap? i make ’em do you in that parking lot, yeah
i still keep them racks on me
they was tryna search me for the pole, i had crack on me
b+tches tried to curve me, i was broke, them b+tches back on me
i guess them b+tches must’ve heard i keep them packs on me, yeah
bro was tryna tell me it was love
how the f+ck that sh+t was love when he ain’t never show me love? that sh+t a dub
all under n+ggas’ pics we don’t f+ck with
see how we rockin’, i’m with the n+ggas that i’m stuck with, tell them n+ggas up it

[chorus: neek bucks]
yeah, you know them charges change everything
that sh+t determine whether he love you or he don’t
would he slug you or he won’t?
sometimes i sit and think if i get caught up with this pole
i know i’m probably next to blow, but sh+t, f+ck it, i’ma tote
and i been runnin’ up this money, n+ggas be hatin’ on the low
so i gotta keep them hitters with me everywhere i go
but we really know what’s gold, that sh+t embedded in our soul
and bro was in his glow until they caught him with the pole
[verse 2: tsu surf]
pole totin’, soul searchin’, slidin’ since a bad kid in traffic
f+cked up, we caught him lackin’, he ain’t have it, pull off laughin’
tell lil’ baby cuz make the same graphics, summer madness
almost throw up tryna look inside that casket (ew)
saw him so we hopped out
baby mama f+ckin’ ‘fore he copped out
cuttin’ class to cut a brick, f+ck this sh+t, he drop out
prosecutor fishin’ for convictions or somethin’
like my lawyer ain’t vicious or somethin’
that n+gga trippin’, he buggin’
we wasn’t drillin’ on them missions for nothin’
them homies tamper with a witness or somethin’
it’s just the cl!ck of a b+tton
if he ain’t dead, finish dinner, cuz
thought we was spinnin’ where them sinners was
percocet, can’t feel the love
know your clique
half of ’em ain’t ride when the bro was hit
tell his mama we gon’ k!ll ’em, shake her head, she know this sh+t
i paint the pain
he won’t make it home, but he made a name
we gon’ hit the star player, i know how to change a game
i try to cry, but the sh+t ain’t work
’cause it ain’t even ’til a n+gga hurt
they did us bad, but we did ’em worse
only real n+ggas finish first
only real n+ggas finish first
[chorus: neek bucks]
yeah, you know them charges change everything
that sh+t determine whether he love you or he don’t
would he slug you or he won’t?
sometimes i sit and think if i get caught up with this pole
i know i’m probably next to blow, but sh+t, f+ck it, i’ma tote
and i been runnin’ up this money, n+ggas be hatin’ on the low
so i gotta keep them hitters with me everywhere i go
but we really know what’s gold, that sh+t embedded in our soul
and bro was in his glow until they caught him with the pole

- neek bucks lyrics

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