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Buku

 

Buku

(album: Year Of The Savage - 2015)


Sure
Slick fire (slick fire)
Sure
(SS I'm tryna' get that check)
Happy Halloween bitches
Lil' Bitch

Count it up, count it up, count it up
I close my eyes when I count the money
Got it up, run it up, pick it up, hang it up
Fuck nigga can't tell me nothing
Yea boy, I got money, drop money, pop money, yots money
Pro, number one with tha' stunting
Yea boy, 200, 300, 400, 500
Buku tha' hoes and the money

Aye
I bet that I fuck ya' bitch
I bet that I get you hit
Don't make me run through the check
Don't make me throw up the stick
Tell yo hoe stop getting wet
I made it, you just upset
Buku my money and buku my bitch
Nigga I pour it, and don't measure shit
Bitch (Woo)

Rip it, trip it, digits sitting on a few
Yo bitch choosing, got her slipping now she wanna make a crew
Got tha' juice, shut down the studio
Still make a band or two
Call of duty, ain't a game, but I'm the first person shooting
Bitch
Double S boy fuck ya' life
All of these hoes they excited
I shot him in his 3rd eye
And I'm on 10, how you think Tien died
Oh
Dick made her jump, she surprised
She had to look at it twice like a Vine
Bitch in my phone
Bitch am I lying?
I'm Perfect Cell, 2 androids (phone noise)
Home run, they love Sosa
Don't act like I'm signed to 300
If you the goat, then I'm Chupacabra
I'm with my Mexican bitch at the Trump and
I got em' sucking and fucking for fun
And you give me yo' face, I'll give you this nut
And I swear that the underground do not deserve me
Go mainstream leave my fans disappointed

Count it up, count it up, count it up
I close my eyes when I count the money
Got it up, run it up, pick it up, hang it up
Fuck nigga can't tell me nothing
Yea boy, I got money, drop money, pop money, yots money
Pro, number one with tha' stunting
Yea boy, 200, 300, 400, 500
Buku tha' hoes and the money

Aye
I bet that I fuck ya' bitch
I bet that I get you hit
Don't make me run through the check
Don't make me throw up the stick
Tell yo hoe stop gettin wet
Admit it you just upset
Buku my money and buku my bitch
Nigga I pour it, and don't measure shit
Bitch

Please don't talk back boy I don't want lip
Jumping out the Uber and I'm shooting at the lyft
Spanish bitch with me, she don't speak no English
She just say her name like a Pokemon, boy it's lit

Aye
Count it up, count it up, count it up
I close my eyes when I count the money
Got it up, run it up, pick it up, hang it up
Fuck nigga can't tell me nothing
Count it up, count it up, count it up
I close my eyes when I count the money
Got it up, run it up, pick it up, hang it up
Fuck nigga can't tell me nothing

done

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