![kalimah.top](https://kalimah.top/extra/logo.png)
bluebucksclan - start somethin' lyrics
[verse 1 ?]
everyday we lit, b_tch, it’s christmas
3 grams in my wood, ain’t no incense
[?]
[?] clan, when they ask “who is this?”
c’s on my body for dior
[?] bucksclan got it poppin [?]
[?] pull up [?] ain’t riding no stick shift
[?] pulling off, going fast though
if i crash [?] die with a bad ho
[verse 2 ?]
my b_tch mad, she gon’ cry in a jag though
5 50’s all [?], we some assh0l_s
and we pulling up with sticks, we got mad poles
i’ll pull up ar, in the lambo
we’ll pull up to your show, that sh_t canceled
get to poppin in this b_tch, [?] candles
louie bag, but got g’s on her sandles
[?] ask how many p’s i can handle
[verse 3 ?]
send a hundred, i move lows in a week and a half
getting beasty in a jag, with a freak and some cash
paul walker if i crash, imma die with a bag
bad lil b_tch with a whole lotta ass
she a scholar with that head, took her right outta class
getting jiggy with the safe, gotta put on my mask
i’m getting 20 bands a show, that’s a whole lotta tags
[verse 4 ?]
[?] she got me on her back [?]
i was down on my ass, i got racks now
[?] n_ggas [?] town
he hit the stage and started singing like this motown
[verse 5 ?]
remember i ain’t have sh_t, ain’t broke now
now i’m spending thousands for a coat now
[?] b_tches sink the boat down
yeah she used to be your b_tch, she my ho now
[verse 6 ?]
backwood full of [?]
was a whole hundred shots, we had 2 50’s
whole hundred on my watch, neck 250
put a hundred on your top, now your b_tch missing
put a hundred on your block, now your trap bunking
thick white b_tch, ass look like 2 pumpkins
i’m off a [?] lil mama, ain’t no quick pumping
and i ain’t even tryna talk, i’m tryna f_ck something
[verse 7 ?]
and we ain’t going with no [?] need to tuck something
she ain’t coming out with me, then she suck something
lamb truck, all these b_ttons, eh, don’t touch nothing
i be f_cking n_ggas’ b_tches, i can’t trust nothing
quarterback, and imma [?]
heard you froze up [?] we ain’t touch nothing
160 in the lamb, got my heart pumping
[?] bust [?] we tryna spark something
[verse 8 ?]
i ain’t even tryna f_ck, [?]
pop a pill, booted up, let me bring my [?]
15 for a verse, b_tch, i’m [?]
[?] b_tches to the house, feel like [?]
make her pull up to the stu, knock me down in the booth
she know i be f_cking hoes, i be telling the truth
n_gga, come get your b_tch, got your ho on the loose
1942, she ain’t f_cking with [?]
كلمات أغنية عشوائية
- closed heart surgery - we look good in black lyrics
- mandator - surrealistic manoeuvres lyrics
- nasum - the clash lyrics
- jesca hoop - angel mom lyrics
- dying fetus - unchallenged hate lyrics
- public image limited - bad baby lyrics
- national - american mary lyrics
- ryan bingham - heart of rhythm lyrics
- dying fetus - revisionist past lyrics
- hank williams jr - outlaw's reward lyrics