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young buck – foofy freestyle (50 cent diss) lyrics

[intro]
i can’t believe this sh-t
how dare you n-gg-s?
ha, okay
traps n trunks, we got this mixtape sh-t on lock!
yeah

[verse]
i am pleadin’ the fifth, saran-wrapped, you’re receivin’ my gift
so many n-gg-s i’m p-ssin’ and they needin’ a lift
this is fatal attraction baby, know who you with
i can’t depend on the if, i got my hands on it now
bodies under my belt, i gotta stand on it now
this not our first fallin’ out, know how to handle it now
banks gone, ain’t n-body there to settle it now
them other n-gg-s need verses from whoever around
c’mon foofy, this instagram sh-t done got goofy
let’s focus on that two million dollars, that n-gg- robbed you
let’s talk about them b-tches you burnt, them hoes charged you
you know what i learned was how not to be a father
apologizin’ to my sons and my daughters
lord forgive me for the pain that i caused us
lord was with it when he came and he called us
and i’m in this grocery store grippin’ on this revolver
yeah, you know i make ’em have to solve ’em
ugh, i make you n-gg-s have to call them
catch a body, beat a body, keep your mouth closed
make it to the outro, then we applaud ya
john wick with the stick, i’m with the bullsh-t
i guess i know too many devils on the pulpit
guess it’s the level where some n-gg-s i was cool with
turned into some n-gg-s i don’t even fool with
the underdogs and have nots, i’m in tune with
the big dogs and got-it-alls, i move with
set rules with and load up mules with
same n-gg-s that i win with i lose with
same n-gg- at the beverly center
when me and floss had to pull up, remember?
my n-gg-s pressed ya
floyd had your -ss paranoid, i had to bless ya
n-gg- you been askin’ for it, it’s my pleasure
to introduce the world to this gangster sh-t
i wrote too rich for you and this the thanks i get?
you taught that young boy to snitch, n-gg- you think you slick
gas him up on the ‘gram just to make you lit
get you out of this jam, you gon’ need more than a skit
more than a f-ckin’ post, n-gg- you know i won’t quit
you know i’m a f-ckin’ ghost (ghost, ghost, ghost)
pow

[outro]
never ran from nothin’ in my muh’f-ckin’ life homie
ha, fear no man but god
and that’s only ’cause i ain’t met him yet
n-gg-s gotta deal with me, buckshot!
you know i’m available for whatever type energy you on homie
haha, real life, real street n-gg-s
we do still exist out here

- young buck lyrics

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