| Listen to this track, bitch
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| It’s Buck, bitch
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| Yeah…
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| What they do?
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| Some got it shake, some gone shake out here
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| Know that, yeah!
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| HEY!
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| My brain gone naked chested with no chains on
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| Skinny never had a penny nigga but I remain strong
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| Hey where the fiends when it’s slow and made my days long
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| Thinking bout who I can rob ridin on my way home
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| Yeah, It’s Atlanta, 6 zone, they make the shit known
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| I’m only here to do good business shawty get the bricks gone
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| Hoods trappin in heavy fun is like a carnival
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| I like ya ferarri but my chevys more comfortable
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| Shits cautious, I’m dealing with this bosses, they played me in this rap shit I
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| ain’t taking no more losses (Oh, NO)
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| Look
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| I do 20 shows they gone buy me 20 bowls let the streets eat a week right back
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| doing 20 more
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| My niggas know if i go back and payin 24 then that mean they gettin low
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| Oh it ain’t Teen-A-Key and it ain’t no 17, 21 or 23
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| Whatever you’re doing keep doing it ‘cause it ain’t for me
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| You’re tryin to get it, get it, talking bout you gonna ball
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| But I got it, now I’m done with yall
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| I’m done with yall, I’m done wit yall
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| You’re tryin to get it, get it, talking bout you gonna ball
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| But I got it, now I’m done with yall
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| I’m done with yall, now I’m done wit yall
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| I’m conceited, cause i done been mistreated, tell the DEA take my dick and eat
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| it, fuck your case I beat it
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| All my bitches been deleted, fuck you Buck go ahead tweet it, fuck you too they
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| hate, i need it, I can see it, I can read it
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| I got drum clips, drummer beats, dumb shit, i’m in the streets like yellow
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| lines, stop signs, and an acapella mind
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| Like turn the beat off, when i wip out the south, gotta bring it back
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| While a nigga running out wit a black car, and been trappin out my backyard
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| Loving every minute of it
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| They say when you don’t like it
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| You become a victim of it, so I’ll stay on the map
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| My niggas pitch at public, i’m buying Gucci bags from boose, cause my bitches
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| love me
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| Fuck it, Act like Boosie just came home and MC-Murder got parole,
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| act like Tik ain’t even gone, act like Pit Bull broke outta jail,
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| act like Lil B wit a chopper, act like LT in the projects shootin' down a
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| helicopter
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| The benz I made, made them wanna be my friend again I spin a bend again,
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| pump up is adrenaline
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| People look at me cause yall don’t see my vision and you can see i’m gettn' in
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| even wit some tinted lens
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| Yeah I buy it now, I use the rent it then, I used to say just UNO,
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| now I say send um in
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| I use to fuck with her now, i fucked wit her and her twin, one get the dick the
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| other one wonder when they work is in
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| My mama gamble 20 stacks, she on the bingo bus, all she do is ball,
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| if it weren’t for her there wouldn’t be no Buck
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| Stay up, when they stayin' under, I know millionaire niggas still playin numbers
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| We shut up to among us, you can’t take nothing from us
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| Remember how they done us even when the crew humongous
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| Just know I’m in the kitchen
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| I’m still wiping wonders, shinin' all you niggas for the next 10 summers,
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| FUCK YALL |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm Done With Yall , by - Young Buck. Song from the album Back On My Buck Shit V2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп