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last minute - bluebucksclan lyrics

[intro: dj]
d12, y’all chose to go fast in it
turn it up, bet i got somethin’ bad in it
(ten11)

[verse 1: dj & lil yachty]
prada store, i go crazy like i’m mad in it
i could have a lot of b*tches pull up at the last minute
hangin’ with them lame ass n*ggas, i can’t bear with it
i stole four grams in my wood, i don’t tear sh*t
top of the mountain, big cappin’, feel the air hit
walk up in the bubble, half a million worth of bear bricks
everywhere i go, b*tches askin’ who i’m there with
what you mean who i’m with? b*tch, you too nosey

[verse 2: lil yachty]
runnin’ ’round the lobby like my brother, first name cody
f*ck it, runnin’ ’round the lobby like mr. moseby
made another oakland, n*gga, i don’t even wear oakleys
ridin’ ’round with a ski mask like my name stokeley
n*ggas tryna get in the gang, but you can’t cost me
ridin’ ’round on some bad grades like i didn’t study
gotta die alone with [?], i don’t need buddies
n*ggas used to call me pig, coat was too muddy

[verse 3: jeeezy]
closin’ curtains in the double [?], it got too sunny
let these lil’ n*ggas know what’s up like i’m bugs bunny
‘lotta blues, and i’m still countin’, this that blood money
told her if she love me, gotta suck it ’til her nose runny
dropped too many lines in this cup, d*mn, i’m so clumsy
said them vvs’s, but i doubt it, why they so fuzzy?
twelve*hundred dollars on my feet, got my toes bl**dy
i been out tweakin’ all day, hey, i’m home, honey
[verse 4: dj]
yeah, she kinda bad, but i told her, “its’ the throat for me.”
nia with yachty, yeah, i told him, “bring a boat for me”
got a lot of gas, make a bad b*tch roll for me
thirty*two hundred on a jacket, it got cold for me

[verse 5: lil yachty]
real stepper, i got corns on my top
after tryin’ to be faithful, i got bored with these ho’s
i ain’t gotta break the deal with these ho’s
i won’t let her spend a night, how you live with that ho?
i ain’t gotta shut the deal to these ho’s
[?] she came in
everybody love me, they love me like ramond
talked like a shaman
cartier, it’s not a ray*ban’s, b*tch

[verse 6: jeeezy]
claimin’ that they real, but they whole body fake (it’s fake)
walk up to the thickest b*tches, let me be your pradabae (your pradabae)
you can f*ck, you can suck, i can’t take you on no date (take you on no date)
all my b*tches mad about my other ho’s, i need a break (i need a break)
mike amiri on my jeans, for my shirt, i went bape (i went bape)
n*ggas clout chasin’ [?] talk to ho’s, that sh*t g*y (that sh*t g*y)
ysl, they gon’ ’em walk through the back, better not play (better not play)
i’m a product, they keep yellin’, “welcome back!” like i’m mace (like i’m mace)
[outro: lil yachty]
haha
us, b*tch

- bluebucksclan lyrics

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