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dope 2 ya - young buck lyrics

[intro]
that type sh-t in the background, i know you got that chauncey, right?
atl jacob
man this cocaine done brought my career back
ah cash, you crazy n-gga
that boy c-ssius

[chorus]
i been sellin’ dope to your daddy
i been pushin’ molly on your mama
i just throwed a brick at your sister n-gga
i’m f-ckin’ it up, comma after comma
i’m f-ckin’ it up, comma after comma
keep f-ckin’ it up, comma after comma
ain’t pullin’ up nowhere without my draco n-gga
i’m f-ckin’ it up, comma after comma

[verse 1]
i got a life sentence inside this louis bag n-gga
ain’t got no licenses, i’m ridin’ with that bag n-gga
showed up with squares and i bought everything they had n-gga
jumped in that rari with that raw and did the dash n-gga
cut that vacuum seal, make sure that pack is real
we don’t have to steal, we might have to k!ll
i ziploc it up, i drop top it up
we are not in love, i taught her how to rock it up
i wear nordstrom on these n-ggas, made ’em shop with us
i bought porsches on these n-ggas, made ’em stock it up
b-tch i’m bossin’ up, i done lost enough
i’m just saucin’ up, i’m rick ross-in’ up, trap

[verse 2]
wrist froze, thirty six o’s
let them bricks go, let that sh-t show
what they hit for? i say what they hit for?
your baby mama counted you out, then let that b-tch know
rose gold, cartiers on all my hoes
we on the road, cocaine stashed in all the doors
sosa, servin’ in my gucci loafers
i do it for the culture, turn my eggs into a vulture
rolls royce wraith, feel like tay-k doin’ the race
trap, trap, re-up, all this sh-t goin’ in my safe
these n-ggas want h, man some fakes
they had to let my plug go, they had no case

- young buck lyrics

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