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rizzie redd - buck 50 lyrics

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intro:

yeah

verse:
yeah

don’t get sh-t confused

dirty grips still get reused

they tryina catch a n-gga slippin’

like fix ya shoes

i got a tool

don’t make me fix them screws

but really i ain’t got sh-t to prove

two youngins, now i got sh-t to lose

life in a box

or a box

n-gga pick and choose

be on a wave

till these p-ssy n-ggas sink the mood

f-ck being calm now

i can’t stand for this sh-t longer

clip longer

my d-ck longer

my piff stronger

my b-tch flawless

my clique harder

don’t get me started

i could get r-t-rded

grab the strap
now you’re head of hoop and

i’m vince carter

now i’m the villain?

na i’m just chillin’

i just think smarter

ever since carter

but i been a starter

why am i wastin’ a breath

on a mothaf-ckin’ bench warmers

f-ck wit me, n-gga f-ck wit me

cool n-gga but i’ll flip in a sec

and give your face six quarters

buck 50 n-gga buck 50

p-ssy n-gga better have his whole squad and a gun wit him

tech on a belt

b-tch a vest won’t help

need a wall

n-gga better have trump wit him

hook:
yeah

i been there

done that

you n-ggas brand new to this

i been there

done that

what the f-ck you thought?
my guy

you just hopped off the porch

i was coming inside

and you rat on your man

droppin’ a dime

you told on the source

you told on your slime

n-gga

verse 2:

b-tch n-ggas and snitch n-ggas

all deserve six quarters

buck 50 n-gga buck 50

so tired of these p-ssy -ss n-ggas starting stuff wit me

i’m really confused

street talk n-gga

don’t make me give you the blues

buck 50 your grill

oh that’s yo man

d-mn

blam! you get slumped wit him
silly n-gga ride along in the trunk wit him

why these guys just now growing kevin hart

i was mobbin’ wit the squad back in middle school

fighting h-town n-ggas in hamilton park

high school, me and stew got tight

the beef went dead, we could eat instead

shoulda been on the honor roll in my cl-ss

but my mind on the cash hit the streets instead n-gga

while you pay the price for them books

n-gga

i was rollin’ dice wit the crooks

i was all blacked out to my foot

p-ssy you are, look, smell, like a jux

why this rat still walkin’ round breathin’

rat n-gga on the snap all cheesin’

chattin’ while his crew tell me leave him

p-ssy givin’ rizz 99 reasons

to really k!ll a punk b-tch

everybody know that you white people chicken n-ggas

not seasoned

never ever glock squeezin’

if i gun b-tt him

then i bet that that n-ggas runnin’ to the cops pleadin’

i wanna hit him in his head

till his top leakin’

bounty on it, and the bounty couldn’t stop the bleedin’

rowdy rebel was the realest when he made computers

keyboard got these little n-ggas chief keefin’

f-ck wit me n-gga f-ck wit me

put a bag on his head or his face

ell get six quarters

buck 50 n-gga buck 50

swear on my son, n-ggas dying

if they thinkin’ they gone touch rizzie

all these ice cream cone -ss, mr. softee muhf-ckas

all a sudden gettin’ tough wit me

i’ma see em when i see ‘em

and all the street talk n-ggas doin’
man, i hope they all come gritty

hook:
yeah

i been there

done that

you n-ggas brand new to this

i been there

done that

what the f-ck you thought?
my guy

you just hopped off the porch

i was coming inside

and you rat on your man

droppin’ a dime

you told on the source

you told on your slime

n-gga

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