Young Buck - I'm Done Wit Yall [club1825883] | Текст песни

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• I'm Done Wit Yall [club1825883]

Listen to this track, bitch
It's Buck, bitch
Yeah...
What they do?
Some got it shake, some gone shake outta here
Know that, yeah!
HEY!

[Verse 1:]

My brain gone naked chested with no chains on
Skinny never had a penny nigga but I remain strong
Hey where the fiends when it's slow and made my days long
Thinking bout who I can rob ridin on my way home
Yeah, It’s Atlanta, 6 zone, they make the shit known
I’m only here to do good business shawty get the bricks gone
Hoods trapin in heavy fun is like a carnival
I like ya ferarri but my chevys more comfortable
Count shits,(Count shits) I’m dealing with this bosses, they play me in this rap shit I ain’t taking no more lossess(Oh,NO)
Look
I do 20 shows they gone buy me 20 bowls let the streets eat a week right back doing 20 more
My niggas know if i go back and payin 24 then they mean they get it low
Oh it ain’t Teen-A-Key and it aint no 17, 21 or 23
Whatever you’re doing keep doing ‘cause it ain’t for me ..

[Chorus:]
You’re tryin to get it, get it, talking bout you wanna ball.
but I got it, now I’m done with yall
I’m done with yall, I’m done wit yall
You’re tryin to get it, get it, talking bout you wanna ball
but I got it, now I’m done with yall
I’m done with yall, now I’m done wit yall

[Verse 2:]

I'm conceited,cause i done been mistreated, tell the DA take my dick and eat it, F*ck your case I beat it
All my b*tches been deleted, fuck you Buck, go ahead tweet it, fuck you too, they hate i need it, I can see it I can read it
I got drum clips, drummer beats, dumb shit, i'm in the streets like yellow lines, stop signs, and an acapella mind
like turn the beat off, when i wip out, the south gotta bring it back
While a nigga running out wit a black car, and been trappin out my backyard
Loving every minute of
They say when you don’t like it
You become a victim of it, so I’ll stay on the mine
My niggas pitch at public, i'm buying Gucci bags from boose cause my b*tches love it
Fuck it, Act like Boosie just came home and MC-Murder got parole, act like Tik ain't even gone, act like Big broke outta jail, act like Lil B wit a chopper, act like LT in the projects shootin' down a helicopter

[Chorus:]

You’re tryin to get it, get it, talking that you run the ball.
but I got it, man I’m done with yall
I’m done with yall, I’m done wit yall
You’re tryin to get it, get it, talking that you run the ball
but I got it, man I’m done with yall
I’m done with yall, I’m done wit yall

[Verse 3:]

The benz I made, made them wanna be my friend again I spin a bend again, pump up is adrenaline
People look at me cause yall don't see my vision and you can see i'm gettn' in even wit some tinted lens
Yeah I buy it now, I use the rent it then, I used to say just UNO, now I say send um in.
I use to f*ck with her now, i fucked wit her and her twin, one get the dick the other one wonder when they work is in.
My mama gamble 20 stacks, she on the bingo bus, all she do is ball, if it weren't for her there would be no Buck
Stay up, when they stayin' under ain't no millionaire nigga still playin numbers
We shut up to among us, you can't take nothing from us
remember how they done us even when the crew humongous
Just know I’m in the kitchen,
I’m still wiping wonders, shinin' all you niggas for the next 10 summers, FUCK YALL

[Chorus:]

You’re tryin to get it, get it, talking bout you wanna ball.
but I got it, now I’m done with yall
I’m done with yall, I’m done wit yall
You’re tryin to get it, get it, talking bout you wanna ball
but I got it, now I’m done with yall
I’m done with yall, now I’m done wit yall

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