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A Buck Short

before But still I ball like no tomorrow Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote You starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate Not even a slim chance to make a

job my forte, not off of gun play Hostage taker, I killed my brother with a salt shaker He tried to short me a buck What the fuck? A nigga that lies is a

before But still I ball like no tomorrow Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote You starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate Not even a slim chance to make a

a bag of trash Dream girl I pitch a tent when you stomp in the room Like a hellbound turkey mixed with a baboon You're sexy and you're spicy like a bowl

of a 40 ounce quart A hand in the pocket and a hand in your shorts Shoot me with two and don't be slow You only got one good way to go And get naked, buck

your Luchi at? I know where that poochy's at, you boochie ass Pretty boy, you was a fag I think he a fuckin' whiteboy I'm a motorcycle I was born to

the snakes ever short you for ya change Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it Take a good look into my eyes and all over my face your bloody death With a

'em down Taking no shorts, no losses, man Bone, come break 'em down Taking no shorts, no losses, man Bone, come break 'em down Taking no shorts, no

since a nigga thirteen Sending niggas like yourself off in a hearse See I won't hesitate to kill you Wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs Fucking