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soulja boy – fuck around (buck) lyrics


f-ck around (buck)

disrespecting me, b-tch the boss man i’m having that
riding in that m-sseratti and that sh-t is jet black
f-ck you n-gg-s talking about that i’ve been getting cash hoe
h-ll my hitman coming and shoot you in the -sshole
pause no, h-m-
b-tch i’m with that mob sh-t
f-ck around, they cut your head off
hang it by your d-ck
never gave a f-ck, b-tch i’m filthy rich
and i’m connected with fifty bricks
throwing fifty clips to put your -ss up in a ditch
real sh-t, n-gg-
f-ck you talking about?
please don’t get up on my sh-t list
wiping out, every n-gg- on my hitlist
soulja boy tell em, b-tch i’m flexing no fitness
f-ck what you heard
man my n-gg-s been told that big sh-t
master plan, yes i’m talking immaculate plans
i’m talking on racks and bands
f-ck these n-gg-s talking about can’t understand
understand, that we taking over twenty twelve bro
f-cking n-gg-s talking about
give city h-ll bro
run through my city and i’m feeling like a lix
man my n-gg-s getting money
and we never gave a sh-t
and, i didn’t tell you this
and i represent that sh-t
man pb i’ll flute
pretty boy gang when i flew
man you already know
it’s them west side hitters
came in the club
man i’m looking like a ticket
young dre, a.k.a.
get that cash off em
soulja tell them no problem godd-mn that n-gg- offed him
off tell, off tell my b-tch got them bags on
never gave a f-ck b-tch i’m about to bring them bags on
lil dre, a.k.a.
got the trap going crazy
tatted on my whole throat
b-tches wanna be my lady
d-mn, i’m retro
godd-mn these vendors
yah young jesus, and i ain’t even finished
soulja boy tell em, i keep killing these rapp n-gg-s
fifty thirteen
i’m still up in the trap n-gg-
where am at post it
count it like a n-gg-
young n-gg- getting money
worth about a brick
young n-gg- came in
gold on my fist
gold on my d-ck
b-tch i’m that n-gg-
number one contender
came in swag
and you see it in the middle
young soulja tell him
godd-mn that n-gg- gimmick
lil dre for for real doe
one hundred million
put that on the ten fold
put it in, racked up
and they hit my phone
and i hit one word and we ’bout to ride
ten shots, i’m a let it slide
got the same guns, that came from best aah
and i’m still in the building
racked up shawty take your yellow ball is river
never gave a f-ck
b-tch i’m all about the dinero
pesos, cashed up with the real doe
n-gg-s on that f-ck sh-t
b-tch i’m feeling so d-mn swagged up
standing on the tv screen
and ain’t got no bread bro
and ain’t got no m-ss bro
ribbed in this f-ck n-gg-
soulja boy tell em i’m a bust quicker
f-ck around their buck

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