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bucka bucka - credit card jared lyrics

[intro]
uh, p-ssy n-gg-

[verse]
that bucka bucka leave your face stupid
visionary with my weapons, it’s the [?]
i rip a n-gg- in two and bring him to school
show and tell these n-gg-s how to do it
the glock’ll [?] your f-cking face out
hit you til’ you’re sp-ced out
i’ll rip that smile off your face now, n-gg-
take away your bank sh-t
leave ’em bodies all up in your bas-m-nt
say sh-t in the broad day, stalking your main b-tch
put you in the coffin you came with
slash your auto and let you pay me to fix it
same with triple sixes
all you little limp d-ck haters, catch a spray from the [?]
b-tch! uh
this that put a couple diamonds on my wrist sh-t
put a f-cking child in ya sister, n-gg-
and a couple swisher’s on my lip, sh-t
all you lame n-gg-s is ridiculous, uh
it’s young jared with the black credit card
you r-t-rds best not get the fed involved

- credit card jared lyrics

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