lirik lagu bluebucksclan - no rules
[intro]
(laudiano)
do our own sh~t, we don’t know the rules
in my pocket, i got all blues (joog)
[verse: bluebucksclan dj & jeeezy]
bl~~dy christian loubs look like bowling shoes
you got [?], we got [?]
we don’t love these b~tches, yeah, we let ’em choose
yeah, we in the rolls, huh
we in the rolls and these other whips in back of us
big foreigns, ain’t no motherf~cking acuras
hopping out that b~tch bleeding, think i’m dracula
‘member i was broke riding on that [?] bus
now i ain’t in it ‘less that b~tch got a [?]
bucksclan in this b~tch, yeah, it’s just us
same n~ggas from the [?], yeah, we flexed up
when i’m with my n~ggas, yeah, it’s a clan rally
all these blues in this b~tch, it’s a band rally
from the gutter, we was running in that d~mn alley
it was [?], now it’s all [?]
i ain’t never f~cked no [?], it was all baddies
i was smoking pom~pom, now this wood fatty
michael kors on your wrist, on my wrist patty
christians bleeding on my feet, need a f~cking bandage
yeah, i’m dripping like [?]
hotboxing in the tesla, n~gga, spark up
the model s a sp~ceship when it start up
ran out of juice, had to let it charge up
big sh~t for n~ggas if they try to barge us
bad b~tches looking for me like i’m waldo
three~five all in my wood, ain’t no [?]
louboutins bleeding on my toes, ain’t no [?]
yeah, i know that’s your b~tch, i make her smile though
la prime eating good, b~tch, it’s steak time
i got b~tches calling me all on facetime
got a attitude ’cause i don’t ever make time
only f~ck with b~tches that got great minds
every time the b~tch with me she have a great time
every day my birthday, b~tch, it’s cake time
[?] hundreds, i remember they was [?] twos
backwood full of gas, i smoke good [?]
for a [?] i’m f~cking up my good shoes
i’m with the clan, yeah, we ball, b~tch, we don’t lose
big double~r, feeling like i’m [?]
came in the game [?], i don’t know the rules
these n~ggas think they f~cking with us, man, these n~ggas fools
these n~ggas think they fly in them f~cking trues
gucci snakes on my feet and i don’t go to zoo
i get money, yeah, for fun, that’s my f~cking [?]
she mad at me, i don’t text, yeah, i’m f~cking rude
poured off the tech, yeah, i’m f~cking screwed
i could tell she wanted me ’cause she stay [?]
n~ggas peep us in the club, yeah, they stay spying
really wanna be us bad, these n~ggas stay trying
n~ggas broke with no hoes, n~ggas stay lying
all this chicken in my pocket, yeah, i ain’t frying
yeah, i’m bleeding like i’m ricky but i ain’t dying
my n~ggas walking with them sticks and they ain’t [?]
i keep f~cking on these hoes, yeah, that ain’t mine
[?] pull up with a [?], finna pour a four
[?], make a n~gga tuck his [?]
every time i pop out a n~gga tuck his b~tch
press a b~tton in that benz, yeah, [?]
on the road to the money, ain’t no gps
she said she love me, run these scripts up in cvs
thousand dollar shoes, yeah, b~tch, that’s how i walk
[?] going up in this b~tch, yeah, that’s my fault
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