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shit talk - bluebucksclan lyrics

[verse: bluebucksclan dj & jeeezy]
christian dior drippin’, tryna wash my sins off
n*ggas love that champion, take that sh*t off
blood leaking off me n*gga, i can’t rinse off
i’m tryna hit the lot, i’m tryna pull a benz off
she can’t ride with me unless she suck the skin off
fat cookie ‘wood, yeah it look like rick ross
i’m a skinny n*gga but i’m still a big boss
why your b*tch on my d*ck? tell her get off
my b*tch bad, always lookin’ like she p*ssed off
boujee b*tch like to suck it with the lip gloss
winnin’ team, yeah we won before the tip off
we got all these blues, yeah we had a strip off
last night we poured a eight, we had a sip off
facin’ all these ‘woods, yеah we blew a zip off
b*tch i’m flyer than a rockеt finna lift off
if that b*tch ain’t got no money, tell her get lost
all these blues on my flo’, n*gga, i’m finna crip walk
i don’t wanna do no hook, n*gga, i wanna sh*t talk
pourin’ all this juice like a n*gga got a big cough
tryna do the dash, tryna make this b*tch lift off
yeah we f*ckin’ n*ggas up before the kickoff
vlone hoodie, d*mn, i’m finna lift off
one*o*five, john packed, i’m finna get off
if this b*tch got me waitin’, i’ma peel off
aw this white girl in the trap, i’m finna get out
if my b*tch see my phone, she gon’ flip out
thirty b*tches waitin’, d*mn, who i’ma pick out?
runnin’ up this bag, almost blew my hip out
p*ssy good, i couldn’t even get the tip out
n*gga run up on this benz, i’ma whip out
n*ggas livin’ with they moms, getting kicked out
downtown with yo’ b*tch in a penthouse
i could do it in my sleep, this is so easy
n*gga flexing three*fifty, ain’t got no yeezys
b*tch blowin’ up my phone, saying, “don’t leave me”
i’ma take it off yo’ plate, b*tch, i’m too greedy
i be f*ckin’ when you leave, yeah she too sneaky
had to leave her ass alone, she was too needy
tryna suck it in the whip, yeah, she too freaky
whole five to the face, b*tch, i’m too sleepy
had to pour it in a snapple, ain’t no soda here
white bentayga crawlin’ like a polar bear
how the f*ck them n*ggas get in with that pole in here?
and why the bad b*tches keep runnin’ over there?
moncler jacket on, yeah, like it’s snowing here
if the clan in this b*tch then it’s dough in here
if she get up in this truck, she gon’ go in there
i had room for three b*tches but it’s four in there
amiri skinny, yeah, she tryna rip my pants off
with the clan, she get ran like a hand*off
i’m a grizzley in the fifties like i’m randolph
n*ggas trippin’ in the club, had a standoff
i like ghetto, hood b*tches, them the best ones
got her weave to her ass and her nails done
i’m a fly fat n*gga like i’m big pun
i don’t wear no champion, i can’t fit none

- bluebucksclan lyrics

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