Lyrics Buckets - Furkan Soysal

Buckets - Furkan Soysal
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Date of issue: 05.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Furkan Soysal

Buckets

Ear Drummers
Fuck it, ball (ayy)
Fuck it, Im ballin' (wasn't born with it)
Fuck it, Im ballin
Fuck it (ayy), Im ballin' (skrrt)
Fuck it, ball
Fuck it, Im ballin'
Fuck it, Im ballin' (ayy)
Fuck it
I just woke up this mornin'
On that bullshit, where the fuck am I goin'?
Gotta get some money, I aint even got one cent
How the fuck the ... finna go and get a lunch meal?
All thats on my mind is I gotta get a dollar, dollar, dollar (get it)
Hit up my partner Mike, we gotta get some guala (mike with it)
Everywhere we go, man, we fuckin' shit up (skrrt)
Passed her two cups, told her mix that shit up
Fuck it (sremm life), ball (yeah)
Fuck it, Im ballin' (wasn't born with it)
Fuck it, Im ballin (yeah)
Fuck it (ayy), Im ballin'
Fuck it
I just get lost in these mothafuckin' drugs (yeah)
I might just get lost inside of this drug (ah)
Dont let me get lost inside of this cup (yeah)
Dont let me get lost inside of this cup (slim Jxmmi)
Candy paint and some vogues on these ho ...
Bitch, dont come for me if I aint send you, I aint no ho, ...
They done got back in their feelings, they some old ...
They put up 28s on a Chevy, and it got drip on it
Got a little bit of Promethazine in that cup, Im 'bout to sip on it
I turned a U-turn on Moreland, got that lift on it (skrrt, skrrt)
See back in 2003 when they wasnt hip to me
I was sellin' them breakdowns, tell the truth I was tryna live through it
They keep a liquor store on every damn corner
They hop up out the paddy wagon, run up on us
They tryna search us every day, we aint got nothin' on us
I drink that lean every day like its a Corona
Fuck it, ball (ayy)
Fuck it, Im ballin' (wasn't born with it)
Fuck it, Im ballin
Fuck it (ayy), Im ballin' (skrrt)
Fuck it, ball
Fuck it, Im ballin'
Fuck it, Im ballin' (ayy)
Fuck it
Cut down the net, Swae Lee put them points up (buckets)
Put them tens up (yeah), both hands, I slam dunk (woo)
Whats in my cup, thats wonderful stuff (juice)
Nah, these aint drugs (huh?), but even if they was
Id be focused on the prize (focused), Trey ball every time (yo)
Flex like exercise (hey), shot clock, never mind that
'cause we pull it at the perfect time (we pull it)
Ball like Porzingis, and your foot was on the line (you blew it)
Couple hundred, Ill sign (sign)
Buckets, ballin'
Buckets (woo), Im ballin'
Couple thousand, Im ballin' (woo)
In front of millions, Im ballin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fuck it, ball (ayy)
Fuck it, Im ballin' (wasn't born with it)
Fuck it, Im ballin
Fuck it (ayy), Im ballin' (skrrt)
Fuck it, ball
Fuck it, Im ballin'
Fuck it, Im ballin' (ayy)
Fuck it

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