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no rules - bluebucksclan lyrics

[intro]
(laudiano)
do our own sh*t, we don’t know the rules
in my pocket, i got all blues (joog)

[verse: bluebucksclan dj & jeeezy]
bl**dy christian loubs look like bowling shoes
you got [?], we got [?]
we don’t love these b*tches, yeah, we let ’em choose
yeah, we in the rolls, huh
we in the rolls and these other whips in back of us
big foreigns, ain’t no motherf*cking acuras
hopping out that b*tch bleeding, think i’m dracula
‘member i was broke riding on that [?] bus
now i ain’t in it ‘less that b*tch got a [?]
bucksclan in this b*tch, yeah, it’s just us
same n*ggas from the [?], yeah, we flexed up
when i’m with my n*ggas, yeah, it’s a clan rally
all these blues in this b*tch, it’s a band rally
from the gutter, we was running in that d*mn alley
it was [?], now it’s all [?]
i ain’t never f*cked no [?], it was all baddies
i was smoking pom*pom, now this wood fatty
michael kors on your wrist, on my wrist patty
christians bleeding on my feet, need a f*cking bandage
yeah, i’m dripping like [?]
hotboxing in the tesla, n*gga, spark up
the model s a sp*ceship when it start up
ran out of juice, had to let it charge up
big sh*t for n*ggas if they try to barge us
bad b*tches looking for me like i’m waldo
three*five all in my wood, ain’t no [?]
louboutins bleeding on my toes, ain’t no [?]
yeah, i know that’s your b*tch, i make her smile though
la prime eating good, b*tch, it’s steak time
i got b*tches calling me all on facetime
got a attitude ’cause i don’t ever make time
only f*ck with b*tches that got great minds
every time the b*tch with me she have a great time
every day my birthday, b*tch, it’s cake time
[?] hundreds, i remember they was [?] twos
backwood full of gas, i smoke good [?]
for a [?] i’m f*cking up my good shoes
i’m with the clan, yeah, we ball, b*tch, we don’t lose
big double*r, feeling like i’m [?]
came in the game [?], i don’t know the rules
these n*ggas think they f*cking with us, man, these n*ggas fools
these n*ggas think they fly in them f*cking trues
gucci snakes on my feet and i don’t go to zoo
i get money, yeah, for fun, that’s my f*cking [?]
she mad at me, i don’t text, yeah, i’m f*cking rude
poured off the tech, yeah, i’m f*cking screwed
i could tell she wanted me ’cause she stay [?]
n*ggas peep us in the club, yeah, they stay spying
really wanna be us bad, these n*ggas stay trying
n*ggas broke with no hoes, n*ggas stay lying
all this chicken in my pocket, yeah, i ain’t frying
yeah, i’m bleeding like i’m ricky but i ain’t dying
my n*ggas walking with them sticks and they ain’t [?]
i keep f*cking on these hoes, yeah, that ain’t mine
[?] pull up with a [?], finna pour a four
[?], make a n*gga tuck his [?]
every time i pop out a n*gga tuck his b*tch
press a b*tton in that benz, yeah, [?]
on the road to the money, ain’t no gps
she said she love me, run these scripts up in cvs
thousand dollar shoes, yeah, b*tch, that’s how i walk
[?] going up in this b*tch, yeah, that’s my fault

- bluebucksclan lyrics

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