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b.u.c.k.o. jr - ab-soul lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, n*gga. this sh*t for all my n*ggas that was in the struggles ? hotbox n*gga. all my dogs that was at the house(soulo)with sid getting it in. if you know you know. if not, let these n*ggas know what’s up bucko

[verse 1]

as well as other sh*t the 12 will never find for real

figure deal me, the messy messiah riding filthy
underground emperor to 2024
bun b and pimp c i’m sipping codeine it ain’t grеnadine

i ain’t lying used to sing i just can’t wait to be king
left a n*gga scarred, hyena’s laughing at everything
straps clapping at everything get the round of applause
n*ggas flexing on everything, f*ck the arm of the law
and i put that on everything my mama, daughters, and my queen

you ain’t spending big money then you can’t stand by me
got your bm dm’ing me demon time like get behind me
fast forward i just left pound town
gang’nem making noise in hd and surround sound
blame the game b*tch, don’t blame me if you foul out

[interlude]
f*ck these n*ggas talkin’ bout man?
you got something on your chest, put it on the floor n*gga
and make sure you stand on business p*ssy ass n*gga

[verse 2]
ha! i play the bullsh*t from the backseat cuz

yeah my team up you dumb b*tch
couldn’t touch us if you teamed up with the f*ckin’ military

if we talking about money now we talking baby
yeah, used to play hide and go get it in ikea
now i make a play and go get it rhyming my ideas

[interlude]
see what i’m talking about man?
you n*ggas ain’t really touching my little n*gga soulo in this rap sh*t man
you n*ggas better step your bars up and get yo sh*t together
and thats coming from the biggest bucko n*gga
born under chaos ya b*tch!

[verse 3]
see normally i wouldn’t do this but the people need this
the hottest prophet next to jesus
a true disciple of cuddy
i give my highest respects to cudi
what’s good christ baby? keep them blessings coming
impenetrable, if i do i bleed blue
a mack from my hat to my boots make your macbook reboot
cannibal and instrumentals dinner time i meet you

and she just want to f*ck a n*gga with a big d*ck and a big chain
i’ve been insane in the membrane
i bend your b*tch over right after she blow my whistle
then i stroke til she called jehovah over and over and over
oh no, i just came on your throat pillow
so rude of me, please send me the cleaner bill

i’m the b.o.at you ain’t the goat
you more like a slice of veal
now that’s ill
[interlude]
and yeah, shoutout all my top notch n*ggas man, the flyest n*ggas in this b*tch, and*

[verse 4]
nah nah let me get it back, f*ck that p, uh
check my bags i travel like pilots
it’s soulo season for sure don’t miss the pilot
i got to eat, you know the pie lit
building billions trying to pile it
born under chaos, keeping order and beating cases off
cause i’m the biggest bucko jr
i ain’t tweaking n*gga

pastor black lip not the deacon n*gga
reap it n*gga
meet me on both knees at the altar
i’m bruce lee moving just like water
and b*tch i put that on my oldest daughter

carson cali to be exact with all due respect
b*tch

[outro]
its the ‘nembership, n*gga. come see about the soul session if you want, baby. we shining cause the light on our side. soulo dolo

- ab soul lyrics

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