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its ya boy 6 -9 twins and you're now tuned in to the goddamn bottomabiss tape like

ahhhhhhhhhhhh!

am i? am i? am i?

AY!

BOOM!

OOOOOOOOOOOO 2018

we want that, we want that, EVEN MORE 2018

we want that, we want tha -put

that we want

that, we want that, we want

that, even more 2015

Bigger got beef, you better drag him in the mood

Dump him in the river, I'll leave his body in the coop

Got no love for y 'all cowards, never hung around

Bust no hard facts, I hate all pussy motherfuckers

I'm afraid to show no mercy, so I'm good

Till the second Sunday, they'll find it's Thursday

Stankin' in the woods, that's a regular waste

And he know we know what kind of nigga hate

So -called murderers, stone -cold killers

Run money, money, label me a drug dealer

Nigga call me ruthless, my nigga truly, truly is

We stay the fuck with the booties, cause we the thrills

Let's do this shit, let's do this shit

Surprised you didn't see this garbage comin'

Your best bet is turn your ass around

I brought, brought, and ran, and ran into some bad luck

Got me fucked, fucked up

Caught me playin', playin' sober like a mental

We brought back, we brought back

We brought back, we brought back

We brought back, we brought back

I don't love a gun, let them run

I don't shoot for fun, nigga, I shoot to kill

For real, when I'm on this field, I ain't scared to die

Oh man, I don't know nothin'

And I know he comin' again, man, I gotta find him

But until he do, I'm the devil and I'm livin' evil

Bucket knives down, I'm in the nine, nigga

Put the nine up, at the bottom, lay, lay, lay

Tick, tick, one way to tell retaliate

Gun, gun, spittin' bullets like you gotta roll

Take your, take your soul, reachin' from the back

In the sky, nigga, bitch, I'm on my way

Dead on the rise, I'm high, I love my day

When you made a move, I made a move, yeah

Boy, we had, we had some fun

You too, now you both dead on the ground

I knew you shoulda ran when you seen my action

But you didn't, now you gotta take the lonesome

Keep it real, so real and chill

For real, for real

We pull back, we back up

We pull, we back, we pull, we back, back

Down, down, the bus, taxi, shoot back and forth

Down the plate, nose up through the window

I ain't got no B with y 'all

But when I finish, I'mma prove you ain't got no balls

Where your friends at, nigga, they gone

Shoulda listened to your cunts and stayed at home

But now you wanna be a big man on the block

Your face, your self, your face, we deal on the block

Taste the taste of fire, nigga

The local homicide, nigga

Made it for the ride, nigga

Place on my side, nigga

Never heard a time, nigga

Always stay in the house, nigga

Now we hit em back, back

With baseball, gas, gas, gas, gas

We pull back, we back, back, back

We pull back, we back, back, back

We pull, we back, we pull, we back, back

We pull, we back, we pull, we back, back

We pull, we pull, we back, back, back

We pull, we back, we pull, we back, back

We pull, we back, we pull, we back, back

We pull, we back, we pull, we back, back

Buck Back par OG Ron C - Paroles et Couvertures