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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Neek Bucks
Neek Bucks
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Unique Herbert
Unique Herbert
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Neek Bucks
Neek Bucks
Producer
Marvelous Omokaro Iyamu
Marvelous Omokaro Iyamu
Producer

Lyrics

I couldn't wait to get that back.
This bitch is praying, but I finally got, I couldn't wait to pay a cat.
It's a lot of bells, but I, it bros. If I got you pay the time.
**** acting like they happy for me, but I'm knowing that they match.
My bitch wanted not to two you at I fly to you and in my head, I'm the greatest ever.
But I know I gotta who, ****.
So this how I gotta move and I know you see how **** trying to do, do. Cool, cool.
Do the Chanel come with the pussy? Louis Gelles, you see me looking.
I went to jail.
She came to gimme me.
Look at the shelves, how we cooked them.
And I don't be recording my life, but damn **** I got bitches and I picking.
I choose who I wanna fuck.
So stab my missions.
She don't even know what I did when I was a kid, 'cause I was a boy that turned her.
Man. I only did perks.
I never dis descend. He don't drop me down.
But he was a fan.
Hey, shake that pussy.
As soon as I **** ain't loyal.
I don't let these **** count on one of my hands.
But I love a ghetto bitch. G.
Let the churching.
I can't trust a bitch. Trust.
Look, I get money, n a, all in rubber bands Baby come and fuck me off a Percocet I used to think that I would never ever win I be lyin say I'll never love again I'm in a band,
she think she the lucky one It was wearing off, so I took another one It was all hustle,
yeah, this shit wasn't luck I paid the corner store with my iPod I was trappin n a, I just wanted a buck Fucked up,
we just wanted a blunt Got one of the baddest bitches in America Percocet right here on my lap Back on the road for the money,
I'm tryna get to the breeze, You already know the serenity, So we cannot fuck up the seats,
I can't turn my back on the streets, cause that's where I'm from, it made me a beast, I'm a legend when I leave, N s know I'm comin I'm from the east Out in Hollywood, but I love a ghetto bitch,
Let the church sing, I can't trust a bitch, Look, I get money, n a, all in rubber bands,
Baby come and fuck me off a Percocet,
I used to think that I would never ever win, I be lying I'm in her bed, she think she the lucky one It was wearing off, so I took another one
Written by: Unique Herbert
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