Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buck After Buck, artist - Lord Superb
Date of issue: 15.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Buck After Buck |
If the hood want me to stay |
Then mention my name, and don’t push it again |
If I rock, what, Perb’ll stay |
Don’t mention his name and don’t push it again |
Listen, soon as they left me out the cuffs, I jumped in something tough |
It was buck after buck, and fuck after fuck |
In the process, lotta money got touched |
Lotta money got tucked, and that’s just how it was |
I don’t talk to them, man, they fuck with the fuzz |
And them niggas over there, man they fucking with drugs |
Heard, cuz ain’t fucking with cuz, cuz he fucking with Blood |
How he ain’t fucking with Blood? |
Those niggas is blood |
And that’s a fucking disgust |
Like, back in the days when we was fucking with dust |
And I’m big headed now, like who fucking with us? |
I’m scared, I don’t know who the fuck to trust |
They got hate-itis, they even hate our kids |
We call 'em, funny dap niggas, quiet niggas around loud niggas |
But the livest muthafucka in the herb house |
You be a church mouse in Perb house, ya’ll heard? |
Yeah, I heard you Perb, niggas aren’t worth our time |
Far Rock America |
Ah, all your fools, either you and your crew leaders |
Wanna ride with me? |
Nah, nigga, this a two-seater |
Like a his and her, prick, and I spit superb |
Ya’ll put an animal behind bars like a zoo keeper |
Better than half you guys, raccoon, I black his eyes |
Nigga don’t act surprised, you sweeter than apple pie |
Listen, you luke warm, I’m hotter than last July |
Haze put me in a 'different world' like Jasmine Guy |
I’m in Club Duvet, you party at Chippendales |
I drinks Grey Goose, you sippin' on Zinfandel |
You can’t stomach me, you should drink ginger ale |
I got 'em all sick, yeah, my flow is off the Richter scale |
I’m the bomb, people, I’m incognito |
Shout the price, you be 'out of sight' like Don Cheadle |
It’s too late, I’m already here like a toupee |
Fuck cake, nigga, this is souffle |
And you know me, man, I had to get out here and tuck my shit |
K City, G.O.A., Kitty Click, '09, it’s our time |
Far Rock America, what up? |