lirik lagu young buck - exclusive
[intro]
(turn up) nah for real, i do this
k!llas, ganstas, all my n-ggas shooters
thugging, trapping, all my coupes is roofless
all about my money, ain’t about money then you’re useless
[hook: young buck x lloyd banks]
b-tch i’m rich, stupid, all my girls exclusive
you hating, you useless, every day your new sh-t
man i’m reckless, ruthless, ruger, rollie
rolls, racks, on deuces, you know me
they ain’t know me bet they know me now
yeah they know me now, we all rocky when we roll around
try to stop me and it’s going down
down to f-ck this money up, new bills on the ground
[verse 1: yo gotti]
b-tch i’m hood rich, five or six million on some hood sh-t
rolls royce on 28s, chevy sit on 26s
rollie watch got karats in the bezel, b-tch i’m turning up
hottest n-gga out the south, yeah b-tch i’m burning up
condo on the beach, super freak, she know how we roll
suck the d-ck and f-ck me good i love my partners f-ck these hoes
in the club i’m drinking gold, metallic pink i’m drinking rose
pocket full of aces, popping aces, that’s how balling goes
n-gga n-gga n-gga n-gga, on my all gold like trinidad
you a f-ck boy, you been a f-g, just bought my b-tch a celine bag
n-gga n-gga n-gga n-gga, this king sh-t and queen sh-t
get money serve fiend sh-t, yeah this that team b-tch
yo gotti
[hook]
[verse 2: lloyd banks]
i’m climbing up, diamond up
on whole walls like spiderman
f-ck waitin’ till i die n-gga, get the work on my hologram
violate get your cell cracked, put that man in a frying pan
hang up like your cell tat, these n-ggas better off dying d-mn
d-mn i’m clean in my old school, black paint for these gold jewels
i’m running through all these bad hoes at a fast pace
when we boat cruise, racks paid for these dope shoes
racks making these so smooth, my feet up, i’m g’d up
i kick back laid on these protools like uhh
my style sound like around the way
f-cking off about a quarter clip, i made 100 thou a day
stepping out my morning chick, i get bored as sh-t by the afternoon
nineteen when i bought a whip, i’m sick, where my padded room
[hook]
[verse 3: lil reese]
some hating n-gga, you useless
any day and we come outside, got 30 on us we ain’t tooless
and 300 that be my squad, we gone show you how we do this
i came up from sh-t, i look around now like who this
no new faces, we shoot sh-t
from 300 to o block, boy all my n-ggas ruthless
we catch an op, we shoot sh-t
them broke boys ain’t got sh-t
stunt on them, make them sick
d-mn phantom eli had to do this sh-t
pull up on them in a new whip
d-mn boy how the f-ck you do that sh-t
every day it’s a new b-tch, i hit her then i p-ss the b-tch
can’t stop me, it ain’t going down
might let off thirty shots up in this b-tch
smoke so much kush, by the pound
try to play them games get man down
why you talk, ambulance pick em up now
try to play them games get man down
[hook]
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