Young Buck - Somethings Got Me On It [Prod. By Jussi Jaakola] [club1825883] | Текст песни

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• Young Buck
• Somethings Got Me On It [Prod. By Jussi Jaakola] [club1825883]

[Chorus]

Don't know if it's the murders, the robbers, the beef, the trap
The hood, the straps, don't know,
But something is got me on it!
I'm on it, I'm on it!
Something is got me on it!
I'm on it, I'm on it!

[Intro]

(Shut up and listen!)
I don't know....
(Shit, I don't move, nigga it's a revolution!)
Maybe is cause...
(Haa)
it's a bunch of...
(D-Boy Fresh)
fake-ass niggs outta here...
(Stay Tennessee connect nigga)
fake-ass rappers...
There's so many real niggas in here
I just trying to figure out!
Some got me on it outta here
Let go!

[Chorus]

Don't know if it's the murders, the robbers, the beef, the trap
The hood, the straps, don't know, (I just don't know)
but something is got me on it!
I'm on it, I'm on it!
Something is got me on it!
I'm on it, I'm on it!
Don't know if it's the pills, the weed, the coke, the lean
The way I'm yelling tape of the the scene!
But something is got me on it!
I'm on it, I'm on it!
Something is got me on it!
I'm on it, I'm on it!

[Verse 1]

OKAY, OKAY, OKAY
I'm begging, I'm serving, I'm leaning, I'm swerving
I'm strapped for certain, the young niggas is hurting!
On bar I'm lurking, I'm killing, I'm merking
I'm shooting, I'm working, I'm only one person!
No tags, (???), you mad and I'm glad
Got a crown 4-4 mac, put niggas in body bags
They one (???) no soda, no O-Base just over
I'm a soldier, I told you,
I put cashville on my shouldiers
Nigga fuck me, fuck you Fuck him and fuck hard too!
Fuck that I want some new Top down, no sunroof
Hundred pounds I run through I'm running around like my son do
Never say how she gone you, I kick a bitch like kung fu
Told ya, I'm a come through No religion, just through
Thirty chickens front you, bet not giving no once do
Still pimping, gone one, all the mirrors are on us
Country niggas live in a bar, Wrong Cush on your farm

[Chorus]
Don't know if it's the plug, the powder the money, the power,
The way that half of these rap niggas cowards
But something is got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it!
Something is got me on it!
I'm on it, I'm on it!

[Chorus]

Don't know if it's the chill, the pill, the Rose, the Heen
The way I'm back on my buck shit again
But something is got me on it, I'm on it,
Something is got me on it, I'm on it! I'm on it!

[Verse 2]

OKAY OKAY OKAY
I'm cooking, I'm watching, I'm looking, I'm shopping
I'm tired of parties, peoples asking me when am I dropping
I'm rolling, I'm rocking, I'm moving, not stopping
I'm loading up my chopper out here, about to get it popping!
You're flexing, I'm stressing, I still ain't learned my lesson
I'm count upon my blessings, I put 'em all in investments.
These hoes ain't shit, but they own my dick
I just started, you quit, I'm real, you're a bitch!
I'm here, no scale, I got eight balls for sale
And I hate yall to tell
I pray I get killed.
I'm an outlaw without ya may wheather, South Pole
Ring a bell, sound off, I smell pussy (???)
Court cases, probation, one GOD, one nation
No despair, no patience, selling dope is my occupation.
Fuck a rapper, fuck a label, i'm in a trap with no cable
And I want your sit if I ain't gonna bring none to the table, nigga.

[Chorus]

Don't know if it's
The Lord, the Devil, the bricks, the pebble
The way these niggas can't get on my level
But something is got me on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
I just don't know!
I'm on it, I

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