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Buck Eye - Ytb fatt Lyrics


By: Admin | Artist: Y ytb fatt | Published: 2024-20-09T15:41:06:00+07:00
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[intro]
uh
huh

[chorus]
gas tank gettin’ on e lookin’ for these n*ggas, come outside
shots go off, don’t snitch on me, keep this sh*t outside
b*tch said she ain’t never seen sh*t else but the oakland mall, i ain’t surprised
i got motion, b*tch, we can book this flight and go shop on rodeo drive
las vegas, f*ckin’ with fatt, n*gga, ain’t no playin’ both sides
n*gga, we don’t give a f*ck who out there, when we pull up, don’t get caught in the crossfire
soon as he saw me, he saw that barrel, dropped his mouth, buckeye
i ain’t even with that all that internet goin’ back*and*forth sh*t, p*ssy, let’s meet up and die

[verse]
if my n*ggas ain’t slidin’ on sh*t, nine times out of ten, they bakin’ the pie
real dope boys hang around me, p*ssy, when you see him, it’s church shoes, slacks, and attire
h*ll nah, n*gga, that sh*t ain’t for church, sour bag and scale, go and supply
that throwback thursday sh*t ain’t gon’ work, send a b*tch on me, i bet she die
i ain’t put no more plaques or buns on the back of these glocks, how the f*ck you keep lettin’ ’em fry?
everybody ’round here shootin’ the same, no big u’s, n*gga, or lil’ i’s
put my trust in them foxes, n*gga— phew, fully ate him alive
standin’ on one accord, one division, but i’ll still ride for that fire
gettin’ these ho*ass n*ggas hit up was fun ’til they took it to facebook live
n*gga, i was young when i set that fire, i was a minor, ask my mama, i ain’t cry
talkin’ ’bout this sh*t i saw as a youngin, you couldn’t take, you would’ve covered up your eyes
n*gga, i wanted to see more blood when my n*gga got k!lled in front of my eyes
[chorus]
gas tank gettin’ on e lookin’ for these n*ggas, come outside
shots go off, don’t snitch on me, keep this sh*t outside
b*tch said she ain’t never seen sh*t else but the oakland mall, i ain’t surprised
i got motion, b*tch, we can book this flight and go shop on rodeo drive
las vegas, f*ckin’ with fatt, n*gga, ain’t no playin’ both sides
n*gga, we don’t give a f*ck who out there, when we pull up, don’t get caught in the crossfire
soon as he saw me, he saw that barrel, dropped his mouth, buckeye
i ain’t even with that all that internet goin’ back*and*forth sh*t, p*ssy, let’s meet up and die


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