| Trappin' all day on the goddamn skreets
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| I don’t even have no where to goddamn sleep
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| I remember recordin' in Zay mama basement
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| Way, way, way before he ever had a placement
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| Dead bodies in the bando, we called it a vacant
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| Smokin', drinkin', sellin' dope but I was on probation
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| Turned into a killer soon as I left my Cecilia
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| I don’t think they feel ya till the ghetto try to kill ya
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| Free my niggas and the system motherfucker still strong
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| If you a snitch, fuck you and who snitchin' with ya
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| Loan money walk, let the lady take a picture
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| Not every day the bitch see a million dollar nigga
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| High killers with me now I can’t be a victim
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| Choppa close by all the time, I’m buckin' the system
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| Diamonds precious but nothin’s more precious than wisdom
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| The fresh is in the buildin'
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| Bless the ghetto children
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| Fronted me to pack, I ain’t pound em' back I’m buckin'
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| Been known to buck the system, call the plug and tell them fuck em'
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| Pockets wove for parole I feel in an injustice
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| For me to be broke and strugglin' I can’t be out hustlin' |
| I’m buckin', I’m buckin', I’m buckin'
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| I’m buckin', I’m buckin', I’m buckin the system
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| I’m buckin' on niggas on buckin' up pistols, I’m takin' up pistols and kill em'
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| I’m buckin', I’m buckin', I’m buckin'
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| I’m buckin', I’m buckin', I’m buckin the system
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| Don’t fuck with these niggas
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| Don’t ride with these niggas
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| They try me on buckin' the system
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| Real one I’m fly and I’m goin' out gangsta
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| Gold mouth dog and your homeboy fakin'
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| Brew on the landlord, need another favor
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| Pay the bill, eighteen wheeler with the reefer trailer
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| I don’t get a load in, I’ma send a low bitch
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| Shot the strong arm to the judge up in court bitch
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| Ding-dong, push button bricks front door shit
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| Ten seventeen nigga bread winner, pray squad
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| I control a fork lift, yeah they just sent four
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| Hundred round discharge writin' on the clipboard
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| Put you in the coffin, I bought a new fit for
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| Ride a nigga out, bought Mac Book laptop
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| Drop top, make a left and right with the strap out
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| Got my own blueprint, guess I got it mapped out
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| It was on Carolina standin' in the traphouse |
| Said I wouldn’t be shit, think I didn’t hear about
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| Nine nigga collect calls, bigger than your real house
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| I could don a helicopter blindfold to Mexico
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| You pull up and meet a middle man at a Texaco
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| Where I wanna safeguard, run off on hold
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| You gotta send the money for the load come through
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| Like a peewee league, payroll peewee cheese
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| I be overseas I’ma met a ying with it
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| For takin' my lick, like I feelin' these nigga
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| Livin' like that when I fell in these systems
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| Real Hermès, what we sell in these trenches
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| Deal cocaine, but the recipe different
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| And it’s Le Louvres if I’m cut like that
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| Real street nigga, but the pedigree different
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| Pillow talk 'bout me you a jelly B nigga
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| I slam on your fam if you tell on me nigga
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| I slam on your fam if you tell on me nigga
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| I’m buckin', I’m buckin', I’m buckin'
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| I’m buckin', I’m buckin', I’m buckin the system
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| I’m buckin' on niggas on buckin' up pistols, I’m takin' up pistols and kill em'
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| I’m buckin', I’m buckin', I’m buckin'
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| I’m buckin', I’m buckin', I’m buckin the system |
| Don’t fuck with these niggas
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| Don’t ride with these niggas
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| They try me on buckin' the system |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bucking The System, artist - Gucci Mane. Album song Woptober II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп