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mcbuckingham - youngbagchasers lyrics

[intro: brandon buckingham]
(sw3rvv k!lled it)
yeah (hombre made da beat, d*mn it)

[verse 1: brandon buckingham]
my man never sipped lean, he shot up in his veins
when life gave him lemons, he turned his brains to lemonade
saw the dog food on his table, cain and abel day to day
so many friends dead, pray god to take away my pain
get that money to buy a dozen percocet
i’m tryna catch a buzz, well, your tommy isn’t workin’ yet
i’m certain for oxy’s, triple c’s or roxies
from pharmacies i’m stealin’, yeah, there really ain’t no stoppin’ me
hit thе liquor store, commit a sin, another robbery
thеn sniff a bit of dope, will i do it? yeah, probably
i oded on codeine, livin’ so slowly
now i only do a little bit when i’m lonely
though you might know me
maybe in the mirror, your friend or your kin bought a more dope sick

[bridge: ybcdul]
n*gga, it’s mr. disrespectful
and i don’t give a f*ck who you is, n*gga, i will disrespect you

[verse 2: ybcdul]
keep the car in drive, you know i’m hoppin’ out
the cops always posted up on papa, let’s take a different route (different route)
k3 and snipe died, how the f*ck osama make it out? (n*gga, oh my god)
put so many b*ttons on the mont, they had to switch they house
and i’m the ticket, my n*ggas look at me to take us out
he had a fast*food job, he should’ve worked where they let you take it out
i put a fifty on a plane, the other half, i had to ship ’em out
it’s all active rappers in this f*ckin’ car, it’s fun jumpin’ out (it’s fun jumpin’ out that v)
then deek got chased from the y, they f*ckin’ tapped his scalp
ain’t your boy jay in that song? he died for chasin’ clout (died for chasin’ clout)
nephew keep on droppin’ diss songs, young boul, hush your mouth
[kimo?] tried comin’ outside, we chased him back in his house
i just took a n*gga drac’ and put the burner in his mouth
we bent the whole f*ckin’ west, we ’bout to take a trip out south
caught [headie?] on the 8, got hit with eight, couldn’t even bust a dot
booga felt that— mcb*tton bust his top
[outro: ybcdul]
n*gga, it’s mr. disrespectful
i don’t give a f*ck who you is, n*gga, i will disrespect you
n*gga, it’s mr. disrespectful
buddy and, uh, fro, and, uh, rizzy, and, uh, snipe

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