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BUCK FIFTY! (feat. $wank $inatra)

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BUCK FIFTY! (feat. $wank $inatra)
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Huang
Sean Huang
Songwriter
Kyle May
Kyle May
Songwriter
Brandon Layne
Brandon Layne
Songwriter

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Yuh Motherfucker, I'ma keep it a buck fifty I'ma shoot you in your face if you fuck with me Got a Glock in my belt, bitch it's stuck with me Try to shrug 'em off, but all these bitches loving me, yuh Now the power of my fist is a narcotic It's finna knock you out, I'm feeling kinda demonic Feeling shady, and I'm slim, I'm as white as Logic I'ma keep it a buck, now let me switch the topic Lot of bitches hit my line, they try to fuck with me Tryna line me like he Bubba, pull up, what's up homie? If you want it, you could have it, got an automatic Bitch I'm riding, chop the top off, then you know you could get blasted Used to hate my dad, it got me feeling like a bastard If your man be talking shit, I'll shoot him through the fucking plaster Don't know if I did it, couldn't tell you, don't think I was sober Baby suck me up, I want your tongue, don't fucking hold me closer Motherfucker, I'ma keep it a buck fifty I'ma shoot you in your face if you fuck with me Got a Glock in my belt, bitch it's stuck with me Try to shrug 'em off, but all these bitches loving me, yuh Now the power of my fist is a narcotic It's finna knock you out, I'm feeling kinda demonic Feeling shady, and I'm slim, I'm as white as Logic I'ma keep it a buck, now let me switch the topic I'ma keep it a buck, now let me switch the topic up Yeah I'ma keep it a buck, know I'm the greatest ever I got a brand new whip, the seats are all leather I'm catching feels for a chick that don't feel the same I ain't tryna feel this pain, so I push it out my brain, yuh So I go call another motherfucking hoe Then I whip it out, and all these hoes suck and blow, yeah Doing lines off my dick, they love doing blow But I ain't with that shit, I just say adios Goodbye bitch, get the fuck up out my fucking life You're just a slut, ain't material for a fucking wife So I'll fuck you until we reach the end of the night And if we both catch feels, we'll know this feeling is right But we ain't there yet, so I'll keep on fucking you right I'll fuck you better than your sneaky, know my dick's got a bite I got my rifle out, muhfucker looking down the sight All I see is your man, I'ma send him to the light Motherfucker, I'ma keep it a buck fifty I'ma shoot you in your face if you fuck with me Got a Glock in my belt, bitch it's stuck with me Try to shrug 'em off, but all these bitches loving me, yuh Now the power of my fist is a narcotic It's finna knock you out, I'm feeling kinda demonic Feeling shady, and I'm slim, I'm as white as Logic I'ma keep it a buck, now let me switch the topic
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