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speak my peace - bluebucksclan lyrics

[intro: bluebucksclan dj & jeeezy]
n*ggas mad, n*ggas hatin’ sh*t man
i got now money day
b*tches screenshot dis sh*t f*cking donkey with
i mean every b*tch anyway

[verse 1: jeeezy]
yeah, let me speak my peace
i was always taught to go and get it, have to chase my dream
i can’t give a broke b*tch a chance, nah, that’s just not me
lil’ n*ggas hitting up my b*tch, bro, that’s not your speed (baby e made this beat)
you got some ass, you got a bag, you got a chance with me
hit the club just to make a mess, they clean up after me
laughed, this n*gga wifed my favorite b*tch, bro, give her back to me
sad to see these n*ggas sippin’ green, they do it happily
[verse 2: bluebucksclan dj & jeeezy]
n*ggas posting that they out to еat
what the f*ck is applebee’s?
tired of giving n*ggas saucе, n*ggas stealing all the recipes
pull up with a pound, tellin’ n*ggas i don’t got no extra weed
yeah, we headed to the top, is you gon’ make it? gotta wait to see

[verse 3: jeeezy]
if you know your b*tch cheatin’, but not with who, it was probably me
arguing with the n*gga at amiri, call your manager
last time they let me shut it down, ain’t have to check their calendar
i just made the biggest play, they ain’t believe it, tryna challenge it
blowing up my barber phone, i’m getting mad ’cause he ain’t answerin’
this n*gga know i got a show, he don’t come, i’m finna cancel
finally gave me that lil’ p*ssy she been owin’ me
her sh*t fire, got me runnin’ ’round in long beach

[verse 4: bluebucksclan dj]
i keep bad b*tches with me, they in arm’s reach
we hit tao, we hit katana, i ain’t never fed you corned beef
blowing ‘woods, hammers laying around, we at home deep
on the floor at the game, this ain’t the normal seat
why these weak b*tches tryna pick a bone with me?
broke b*tches say i’m mean and never seem to get along with me
models think i’m charming and sweet, ain’t no wrong with me
i’m at dover street market, i’m local member
turn a quick bite at ruth’s chris to a birthday dinner
out with my sneaky link in broad day, i’m in the open with it
n*ggas happy that they hit my old b*tch, you supposed to hit it
all my b*tches never did no wrong, i just broke up with them
v12, i don’t think y’all wanna race
pole down, i’m not sleep, i’m still wide awake
i just hit for fifty, had the nicest day
got a b*tch named ashley with a nice little shape
sent her unreleased, don’t be leaking all my tape
told her if i get her lashes, better not blink in n*gga’s face
she got used to me, she wanna suck it all on cameras
n*ggas losing me, ain’t gettin’ money, always dancing
[outro: bluebucksclan dj & jeeezy]
you ain’t foolin’ me, that’s sh*t was fake, i knew the fabric
excuse me, i’m walking by these big landis
b*tches that don’t go for sh*t give me chances
mad as f*ckin’ with the ivory, this sh*t nasty

- bluebucksclan lyrics

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