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Ridin in a truck yawk tucked in my nuts Ps in the back alcohol in my gut Young buck keep a slut gotta catch a nut Left hand grip her hair right thumb in her butt Gotta keep a Crunk pump stashed in the cut For a punk just in case a nigga try to get tough 12 woop woop we fucked out of luck But I'm M M M so you know I'm gone buck Flying like a bird fishtail when I swerve Off-road wheels give a fuck bout a curve Hoes love a Memphis nigga when he say music Walk like a Mac and I talk with a slur Fool with the strap nigga fuck what you heard Cool with the yak I ain't gotta sip syrup I don't like a hoe who talk too much Cause a ho that talk be good for the word Yeh baby girl I'ma black haven gangsta Where I come from they be twisted up fangaz Pimpin no Simpin everything be dangerous Skipping school running from the police bangin Boom boom boom police at my grandma door middle school got caught with a O Police ask me how tall I was I told that bitch I was 7 foot 4 G I live G I die ain't shit gone change you know me hoe Nigga thought he was gone dis my street I walked outside beat his ass to the floor Good with my hands and I'm good with my fingers so either I cannot go like a hoe The buckiest of buckiest the crunkiest of crunkiest to keep it 100 don't play with me hoe Letras de canciones Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system, buck the system On you weak ass hoes! Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system, buck the system On you weak ass hoes! I was flat broke but it be like that sometimes Fucking this bitch but I knew that she wasn't mine Knows she a thot but we only text sometimes Know she got kids but I ain't seen em 1 time She want me to wife ha Put her on the front line She must think I turned right At the dumb sign U got the right nigga But at the wrong time Pull out my dick and I tell her it's lunch time Thinking so much But I only vent sometimes Turn on that boogie And tell her it's hump time I know I came late But I feel like I'm on time Jump in the booth Neva tell how I'm gone rhyme Jump in the booth Never tell how I'm gone come Both of em want me So I'm fucking both of em If one of em mad then I'm cutting of both of em Yep then I'm cutting off both of em Bitch I'm from Memphis You know we be bucking Jump in the field Betta know this ain't rugby Get yo ass checked If you walk in here dusty I'm with a bitch With body like buffy She got a nigga But he ain't gone touch me I'm in yo house With the strap in my hoodie She want wanna smoke So I gave her some cookie He don't want smoke Cuz he know he a pussy If u coming from here Then u coming from nothing I cant even trust ya blood I had bucked on my cousin It is what it is And fuck what it wasn't They say we can't smoke But we smoking in public Keep talking that shit And get put on some crutches Don't buy u no strap If u ain't finna buss it U ain't gone get it rich If u don't take u a risk Everybody that's rich Gotta know they was bucking Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system, buck the system On you weak ass hoes! Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system, buck the system On you weak ass hoes! From Letras Mania