Neef Buck - 32 | Текст песни

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Witha-without, witha-without
It's, it's

Got you niggas faded, sort off like a baba
foot on niggas...check their post I'm going harder,
couldn't fuck with me then can't fuck with me now,
I fat and burt niggas they my stetch out,
brand new 63 see I last AMG
black about the seas, and all you hear is beats,
ladies wait and hide, you know I'm waiting back,
8 on my waste suit cost me 4 stacks,
outrageous, trash that king
witha-without it deal I do my damn thing,
S streets, they say about it,
all the dirty money nigga know what count
is mama got a smile so proud of her child,
little sisters grown with a red bottom styles,
you like it I love it, spending money no budget
automor bottles fuck it, ten damn is nothing,
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Living like I wanna, thank God for that corner
but you better keep a stash when them people get upon you,
'cause lawyers cost and bitches leave
hold me skip down and hold you money for a king,
I flime in and then I fly out,
take the dick about her pussy, put it in her mouth,
out to town broads, you ain't never seen,
realty feels better than dreams,
every day I wake up and get praise to her law,
a working man as suckers, and ..embrace the boss,
never took gutters always gave em,
and nigga tell you different always sayin loyal to my bros
disloyal to my hoes,
fuck a bitch and duck a bitch I'm stick up in the cold,
bank rose, we call them brand sticks
motivate me for the days when I ain't have shit.

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