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straight outta ky - bukshot lyrics

[intro: vito banga]
this is straight outta ky. i bring to you bukshot: the problem and right now you’re getting ready to learn a valuable lesson

[verse 1: bukshot]
straight outta ky, crazy motherf*cker named bukshot (that’s me)
smashing through the ville in a red trop
i’m a dump*truck dumping lead rocks
when i let it buk (ca ca ca ca ca ca), heads rock
if i’m caught off (yeah), i got a sawed*off (yeah)
lets it go, someone’s getting hauled off (bow)
12*gauge pump is the tool (that’s right)
don’t make me act a motherf*cking fool
gots a louisville slugger named f*ck y’all
funny thing, i don’t even play ball
black fitted, black t, i can get wicked in these black pcs
a.p.b. calling on cars
they looking for the drop, switch to the dime
should call hoes (where you at?)
hull a throw away
meet me at the spot, don’t forget the throwaways

[bridge: vito banga]
yeah, this guy here. some say he’s tall but, that cast a big shadow. a. lee you ready? get in there

[verse 2: a. lee]
it’s a. lee in the motherf*cking flesh for real (yeah)
with three ghetto motherf*ckers and they dressed to k!ll (what up?)
best believe they in all black (yeah)
you carry them long mags riding in the lac strapped ready for combat (come on)
this ain’t a game it could (naw) get you, itch your head (yeah)
or get your face televised you’ll be missing it
i don’t hang around with lames in the games i’m not winning, bruh (naw)
thinking that i’m p*ssy a crime will be committed bruh
this ain’t a movie dawg (naw), we really with it
got something we want best believe we gon’ get it (get a hit)
put it to they face let these motherf*ckers feel it
exposing all p*ssies, i’m the one that’s gon’ reveal it, yeah (come on)
man you ain’t talking ’bout nothing (naw)
a whole lot of lip (lip), a whole lot of fronting (yeah) n*gga don’t be surprised when my n*ggas start coming (yeah)
and bullets start flying and sh*lls start dumping
it’s nothing
[bridge: vito banga]
i know what y’all been hearing is dope. everybody have they own pace going here and going there with it. but me i’m a man of speed like like, bukshots s.r.t. sluggaz give it to ’em

[verse 3: mixed magic]
who the f*ck is that?
mixed magic wraps don’t crack your plastic baggies
wrap it up and then sell it for the l.o
straight out ky what’s up h*llo
you know me, f*cked up b*tches
mob*style music, f*ck yo clique
you cats won’t buck, put up yo fists and see if a n*gga don’t bust yo sh*t
these n*ggas must think i’m scared
through this homie, i’m prepared
when guys see these glocks and pumps like buk what’s good just pop the trunk
ups with beef, i’m down more ride
i cut you peoples down to size
you f*ck with me you bound to die
i’ll f*cking eat you clowns alive

[verse 4: ghost b]
yeah, and i pick it up, i do it like i wants to
ky motherf*cka ride for my soldiers
hate like my b*tch, she don’t give you money choke her
won’t roll over to my pockets on oprah
c*cky and i’m doper
i be in my zone bruh
superhero batman rappers need to joke her
see me no more, yeah they call me ghost bruh
mob*style music, little buddy it is over
[bridge: vito banga]
last but not d*mn least, big fellow. they tell me nine dogs slept in his shadow. hoes what it is. hit ’em with all you got

[verse 5: hostile]
straight outta ky muf*ckas call me hostile
and who you rolling with?
sh*t you know i’m mob*style
it’s time to mob now
hoes stay suited up
sluggers on deck, muf*ckers get recruited up (yeah)
i hit the 6*4, talking ’bout interstate
f*ck a low*low, riding high since ’98 (yeah)
go and get my plate, i’m hungry as a bird
sh*t really ain’t fine, two of these b*tches i swear
it’s like fishing in a barrel with a double*barrel
i’m hitting b*tches at your funeral like my name was will ferrell
then i’ma call up bukshot and make a little magic
never see the sh*t coming like a motherf*cking ghost got ’em
get ’em, got ’em good
get ’em, put ’em in the woods
to the coons and the possums and the birds homie taste good

[outro: vito banga]
this is mob*style music. this is a problem. this message was brought to you by vito banga of the nappy roots. and i d*mn approve this message

- bukshot lyrics

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