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Bucket
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Bucket è stata scoperta più frequentemente a circa 1 minuti and 10 secondi dall'inizio la canzone durante la settimana passata

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Yeah, yeah
For all that trolling he doing we catchin' his ass, and rockin' him out his-
We uh, c'mon, RB shit
For all that trolling he doing we catchin' his ass, and rockin' him out his socks (Yee)
Yeah (We catchin his ass and rockin him out his-)
C'mon (C'mon)
Let's go, let's go (Let's go, c'mon)
For all that trolling he doing we catchin' his ass and rocking him out his socks
Riding in a Trackhawk, Jeep, I'm treating the Jakes all night 'cause I stole a car
Up in the stu' with Lil cardi, bust down the Carti, they fucking just off of the watch
I usually pop my shit, but word to the trenches, I'm turning it up a lil' notch
I don't even care about making this song, they spamming my comments telling me drop
Imma keep chasing him down, put holes in the top of his shit, make him look like a croc
I was out there on the mat like Brian, the fuck **** know I was chasing the block
I tote switches, dracs, Glocks, the first **** fidget or sum' gettin' popped
A **** better check my work in the kitchen, I was cooking that shit when the stove was hot
Young **** feeling like Simon, Simon say bounce out blowing, can't get 'em to stop
First time touching the blues, I felt like 21 savage, I needed a lot
Bad lil' bitch just heard my song, she all on my dick, baby, eat it or not
**** wan' say my name on the net but I know he a fan, never heard of lil' buddy
Since I started rapping my shorties gon' bounce out blowing, them **** gon' murder 'em for me
**** be out here trolling online, we caught him in person, he know it get ugly
I got some four in my juice, I'm pouring up drank, this shit make me feel like a zombie ****
Fuck it, walk down I'm getting a bucket
Push all on him with dracs and buttons
Chasing him down my adrenaline rushing, trying to bounce out on him and heat up his muffin
Told her slow down on the teeth when she sucking, hop out this bitch trying to shoot like the Rucker
This Kriss that's under my ten ain't tucking
I stay with my heat, I feel like I'm Butler
(Fuck it, walk down, I'm getting me one)
(Push all on him with dracs or sum')
(Chasin him down, my adrenaline up)
(Tryna bounce out on him and heat his shit up)
Written by: Maurice Hicks
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