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bluebucksclan - aaron judge كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: bluebucksclan dj]
lotta blues on me, i can’t be without
citibank jumpin’, i got three accounts
make the chef spend the night, we ain’t eatin’ out
f_ckin’ b_tches with my b_tch, i ain’t cheatin’ now

[verse 2: jeeezy]
get your card, i got everything i needed out (i’m cool)
f_ckin’ hoes that these lame n_ggas dream about (b_tches lame)
i get in and start shootin’ like i’m eddie house (eddie house)
run up in your sh_t lootin’ for the right amount (right amount)
she want tequila to the face, f_ck a miller lite (f_ck a miller lite)
one like and i’ma f_ck a n_gga b_tch tonight (f_ck a n_gga b_tch)

[verse 3: cash kidd]
kidd ridin’ big wheels, this ain’t fisher_price (i am)
nеw foreign push_to_start like i’m pickin’ fights (skrrt)
b_tch told me kick rocks, now my feet drippin’ blood (bleedin’)
shirt got еyes on it like the wizard of (fendi)
somebody get me out this mall, d_mn near spent a dub
i only let her suck my d_ck, how this b_tch in love? (b_tch, how?)
she like the way i’m drippin’ sauce like some chicken nuggs
n_ggas sittin’ on they ass like they in the tub
i got bored and scored with that steel, had a triple_dub
lookin’ for a dime to blow on me like i’m gettin’ crud
[verse 4: bluebucksclan dj]
is you my b_tch? is we together? none of the above (nah)
take a trip and transform like i’m buddy love (buddy love)
hit his b_tch in eighth grade, he still hold a grudge (he still mad)
gary payton, i can’t hit unless i got a glove (i need a glove)
tax a n_gga for a verse, i ain’t showin’ love (thirty bands)
lot of pounds sittin’ out, you can’t get enough (won’t get enough)

[verse 5: jeeezy]
f_ckin’ on this b_tch for years, she can’t get enough (she can’t get enough)
eatin’ with my foreign b_tch, got me tryin’ stuff (f_ck is this?)
thick, built b_tch, she my third_down back (third down)
put a cap by your name in my contacts (n_gga cap)
xd springfield, that b_tch combat (that b_tch combat)
which b_tch want me more? it’s a contest (i don’t know)
your n_gga broke on the couch doin’ job apps (n_gga broke)
called my own number for the game, i’m lamar jack’ (lamar jack’)

[verse 6: cash kidd]
bobby brown with the fraud, get your card cracked
we the new bad boy pictures, b_tch, we all hat (all schemin’)
f_ck around, made 50k on accident
said the right thing, she gave her purse to me, ain’t ask the b_tch (ain’t even ask)
met a plug in arizona don’t tax for sh_t
so when i say i’m learnin’ az, it ain’t the alphabet
thirty on me, but in public, got a standard clip
pocket rocket on me ’cause they pocket watchin’ on me (watchin’)
n_ggas tellin’ all these tales like sonic right_hand homie (n_ggas cap)
like a sweet sixteen, we snuck in, got in with that pony (got in with that strap)
[verse 7: jeeezy]
got a ps5 d_ck, told my b_tch i need that sony (ps5)
on the track doin’ tricks in the ‘hawk like i’m tony (tony hawk)
aaron donald, it take two or three b_tches just to hold me (you can’t hold me)
your b_tch finally let me hit, i said it’s fire, said she told me (yeah, it’s fire)
takin’ pictures of me poured after pairin’ off the potion
your favorite rapper really trash in the booth, i had to coach him (n_gga weak)
i just landed up in denver, yeah, they treat me like i’m jokić
fired on her baby daddy, i reacted off emotion (fired on him)
just walked her in the mansion, baby, where you wanna start first?

[verse 8: bluebucksclan dj]
blowers all around the crib like it’s artwork (blowers everywhere)
chrome’d down, all this sh_t make my heart hurt (chrome heart)
she tryna suck it while i drive, let me park first (d_mn, let me park)
cash kidd, i got pieces, bet they gon’ work (bet they work)
everybody gettin’ somethin’, i’ma go first (i’ma go)
gotta send this b_tch punchin’ ’til her arms hurt (yeah we punchin’)
got my b_tch a big bag, f_ck a coin purse (big bag)
dior didn’t have that jacket, i think prada should (prada should)
you n_ggas sellin’ food stamps, that is not a jugg (not a jugg)
big plays on vermont like i’m robert woods (like i’m woody)
hit his b_tch and run home like aaron judge (aaron judge)

[outro]
high drive, centerfield
there it goes, see ya
a monster shot by aaron judge

- bluebucksclan

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