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yung robert - bucky lyrics

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1 – i ain’t ever going slow, shows front row
money on my mind, steady grinding, makin dough
yeah my jacket got fur, that’s for sure, petco
told her i ain’t go no time, press rewind, let’s go

2 – my b-tch all tens, i got bros not friends
i’m just tryna count it and round it up in a benz
all this ice like it’s hockey, think you got lucky
you my sidekick b-tch i’m cap you’re bucky

3 – my b-tch all tens, i got bros not friends
i’m just tryna count it and round it up in a benz
all this ice like it’s hockey, think you got lucky
you my sidekick b-tch i’m cap you’re bucky

4- 2020 vision, on a mission, intermission, while i’m flippin pancakes in the kitchen better quit your b-tchin

5 – yeah, i’m the ride that your b-tch is hitchin, if your trigger fingers itching, hold up wait a minute listen

6 – sh-t was necessary, boy you lookin like phineas, couldn’t find your b-tch like he couldn’t find perry, took her on a cruise like terry, but i found out she was hideous, so i did, magic trick and disappeared like harry

7 – b-tch i’m talking bout houdini, b-tches try to read me, they wanna get together cus they saw me on their tv, my girl she look like riri, she ridin like she kiki, groupies wanna link, try to find me, you can’t see me

8 – just like john cena, rappin ain’t gon stop till i get in a beamer, get me a selena, diamonds aquafina, till everyone knows all my songs like macarena

9 – my b-tch all tens, i got bros not friends
i’m just tryna count it and round it up in a benz
all this ice like it’s hockey, think you got lucky
you my sidekick b-tch i’m cap you’re bucky

10 – i don’t flex louis v
i don’t flex on my team
i don’t flex gucci
i don’t flex, so it seems
i don’t need expensive clothes to prove that i’m an og
your girl at my crib on the low see, she nosy

11 – it’s cozy, she knows she, got me round her little finger, talking like she knows me. she wanted trust, but i said you better show me, that you real, not a fake, she say that she holy so was judas blow me

12 – yeah, and now it’s my f-ckin summer
waste no time on the b-tches i ain’t tryna get dumber
couldn’t meet me what a bummer, i was busy getting number, attention switch time to get hits like a drummer

- yung robert lyrics

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