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saigon & buckwild - yardfather talk pt. 1 (intro) lyrics

[saigon]
i’m so uncomfortable sittin’ around suckas
’cause i know that they capable of doing some sucka sh+t to make me buck ’em
that’s why i stay away from ’em
my attitude’s “f+ck ’em”
i’m ruthless, i treat the bullets like deuces the way i chuck ’em
it’s giddy
run the city, invented that “no diddy”
i said, “who do y’all n+ggas think that it was that k!lled biggie?”
got the power like 50
but if you heard i’m gettin’ that ghost
that mean i’m most likely gon’ sit in that rolls
did six summers as a juvenile, some as an adult
it’s too much bass in his voice?
then i’m punching him in the throat
you can ask lizzy if i ain’t got a million in a vault
he say, “i don’t know how he got it but the sh+t is not a joke”
wasn’t coke, dope, or smoke, nope
it’s no hope for slowpokes
the same n+ggas that showboat mope when they go broke
talmbout, “who you rather f+ck, katy perry or halle berry?” (what?)
one is young and white, one is old and blacker
i chose the latter
and not only because her ass is fatter, that don’t matter (nah)
the blacker the berry, the sweeter
the whiter, the wacker
i ain’t sayin’ i don’t be likin’ them crackers
’cause scarlett johansson could ride this d+ck straight back to africa after
i pinch myself to make sure that it’s not a dream
i done got so famous i could be myself for halloween
not a battle rapper, but if i tell you i got a scheme
my sh+t don’t come with a punchline
that just mean that it’s lunchtime
allow me to reintroduce myself
my name is, just listen
i’m still what the game has been missin’
20 years ago i came in with the same premonition
i ain’t get rich, and i’m still not switching my disposition
but i switch up the flow, get up and go, hit up your ho
tell her, “your fella’s a fraud, you should get up with the bros”
i know that she know we pimpin’
if she get outta pocket
i look her in her eye and knock her sh+t out the socket
nah, i ain’t pimpin’ par, i’m a prophet
my topics are way too potent for pop
’cause i’m tryin’ to open your optics
the president done told police that they can use rockets
stop worryin’ ’bout what’s in other dudes’ pockets
n+gga, use logic
i smoke a j in the col’
askin’ rappers just how much did lucifer done pay for your soul
if the k dot your head
probably got way too drizzy off the alcohol (i see what you doin’)
started talkin’ outta your assh0l+ (go ‘head)
’bout to grow me an afro to stick the black pick in it (uh huh)
next time that i cap a n+gga, i’ll be colin kaeppin’ n+ggas (d+mn)
you don’t have to get it
sh+t is too +n+lytic for you average critics
i guess that’s exactly what’s the matter wit’ it
and now i’m up in this b+tch with the roaches
saigon and buckwild, double dose of the dopeness
we grippin’ them toasters when them culture vultures approach us
i lose my life before i lose focus
didn’t notice
if you didn’t notice, my name’s saigon, man
i’m a different breed than these other muhf+ckas
n+ggas that know, know, man
everybody in the dark, you in the dark, man
straight up and down
we ready to change this sh+t, man
straight up and down
we takin’ this sh+t in a whole ‘nother direction
startin’ now
and buckwild, you ready man?
let’s go, man
f+ck all that

- saigon buckwild lyrics

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