| Sure
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| Slick fire (slick fire)
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| Sure
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| (SS I’m tryna' get that check)
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| Happy Halloween bitches
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| Lil' Bitch
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| Count it up, count it up, count it up
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| I close my eyes when I count the money
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| Got it up, run it up, pick it up, hang it up
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| Fuck nigga can’t tell me nothing
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| Yea boy, i got money, drop money, pop money, yots money
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| Pro, number one with tha' stuntin'
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| Yea boy, 200, 300, 400, 500
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| Buku tha' hoes and the money
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| Aye
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| I bet that I fuck ya' bitch
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| I bet that I get you hit
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| Don’t make me run through the check
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| Don’t make me throw up the stick
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| Tell yo hoe stop gettin' wet
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| I made it, you just upset
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| Buku my money and buku my bitch
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| Nigga I pour it, and don’t measure shit
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| Bitch (Woo)
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| Rip it, trip it, digits sitting on a few
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| Yo bitch choosing, got her slipping now she wanna make a crew
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| Got tha' juice, shut down the studio
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| Still make a band or two
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| Call of duty, ain’t a game, but I’m the first person shooting
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| Bitch
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| Double S boy fuck ya' life
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| All of these hoes they excited
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| I shot him in his 3rd eye
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| And I’m on 10, how you think Tien died
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| Oh
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| Dick made her jump, she surprised
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| She had to look at it twice like a Vine
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| Bitch in my phone
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| Bitch am I lying?
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| I’m Perfect Cell, 2 androids (phone noise)
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| Home run, they love Sosa
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| Don’t act like I’m signed to 300
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| If you the goat, then I’m Chupacabra
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| I’m with my Mexican bitch at the Trump inn
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| I got em' sucking and fucking for fun
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| And you give me yo' face, I’ll give you this nut
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| And I swear that the underground do not deserve me
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| Go mainstream leave my fans disappointed
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| Count it up, count it up, count it up
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| I close my eyes when I count the money
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| Got it up, run it up, pick it up, hang it up
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| Fuck nigga can’t tell me nothing
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| Yea boy, i got money, drop money, pop money, yots money
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| Pro, number one with tha' stuntin'
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| Yea boy, 200, 300, 400, 500
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| Buku tha' hoes and the money
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| Aye
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| I bet that I fuck ya' bitch
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| I bet that I get you hit
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| Don’t make me run through the check
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| Don’t make me throw up the stick
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| Tell yo hoe stop gettin wet
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| Admit it you just upset
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| Buku my money and buku my bitch
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| Nigga I pour it, and don’t measure shit
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| Bitch
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| Please don’t talk back boy I don’t want lip
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| Jumping out the Uber and I’m shooting at the lyft
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| Spanish bitch with me, she don’t speak no English
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| She just say her name like a Pokemon, boy it’s lit
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| Aye
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| Count it up, count it up, count it up
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| I close my eyes when I count the money
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| Got it up, run it up, pick it up, hang it up
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| Fuck nigga can’t tell me nothing
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| Count it up, count it up, count it up
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| I close my eyes when I count the money
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| Got it up, run it up, pick it up, hang it up
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| Fuck nigga can’t tell me nothing |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buku, artist - Robb Bank$. Album song Year Of The Savage, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп