t no tellin what I do to you (I ain't fuckin wit you niggaz) Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, I ain't fuckin wit you Cuz [Young Buck] Fuck y'all He used
talkin down i only fuck wit my circle. Only my crew, this what i do. Whats up Screw You, i still love you. Its the young don, i do it for my son. Money
big ol fuckin bumper kit comin down 5th wheel slammin hoe just fannin bitch Im sayin it cause I fucked your mamma I fucked your cousin I fucked that
, You mother fucker's ain't showing Tech Nina no love [Verse 1] Fuck Muh-Fuckers, buck Muh-Fuckers And the pain come nigga with a bang, I'ma killer, better duck Muh-Fucker
fuck wit tha props squad get hit wit tha sixth four. dont fuck wit them big boys. free to live fresh like them Mel guy. fuck ya come wit a knife for its
i alarmed ya i dont mean to bother u i just wanna get u to pause and slow ya walk so maybe we could talk and i could try to charm ya im just tryna find
Watch ya niggas say somethin' smart out ya mouth, boy You better stop usin' ya mouth, before I help you NOT be able to use ya mouth Mother fucker!
buck buck and buck buck again I will butt fuck your friend then suck up her twin I put the buck up to him then buck buck and buck buck and buck buck
kill her, I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillas, And fuck ya hospital, young money, we the illest, And I aint gotta lie when I tell you
nigga so fuck what ya think I'm a south side nigga so fuck what ya think I'm a north side nigga so fuck what ya think I'm a east side nigga so fuck what ya
with big ol fuckin bumper kit comin down 5th wheel slammin hoe just fannin bitch Im sayin it cause I fucked your mamma I fucked your cousin I fucked
No Trippa Syrup I BE Sippin Foes What I'm Flippin I'da Came Through [?] I Never Been Fucked OFF i Represent Da South I'm About Da Southside, Sippin SYRUP SO I
out a pretty sluggin ya, too much for ya While ya hidin for me, I'm fuckin ya baby mother [Chorus 2X] [Outro:] Ya niggas better keep ya fuckin shit
bill gates couldnt even afford, aint nothin that can stop repercussions if i die, this aint nothin to do with dr. dre motha fucka? just you and i [Chorus] I
of it, I aint givin a fuck about jealous shit, And I dont smoke weed for the smell of it, Just before I kill, I inhale the shit, You cant trail me bitch I
glad I was broke, now ya mad cuz ya hoe Love it when a nigga put it in the back of her throat Buck, Hi-C, Murder, and Star, we aint never scared I don
chain anywhere i go i keep it hood i Never change if it aint got it in my lap i got it stashed in the range *pow* *pow* I'm gettin bread on the rover
00, I'm wit a bitch or im dolo, chips from here to acapoco, while ya'll buck for lead, I buck for heads, I'll even buck celebs, nigga fuck the feds [
