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Hold up, let me get a bang. What? Let me get bang. Say what? Let hold up, let me get a Bang. Say what? Hold up, let me get a Bang. Hold up, wait. Big bitch. There's a reason why-Big, big, Big bitch the Dirty South-What's that? Is called the Dirty South. We all about togetherness. That's right. And family. That's right. But at the same time- What's we don't play fair, we fight dirty. Yeah. We will beat your motherfucking ass. Big facts. The problem is when I'm full of anger, I Aim it at any stranger and basically be unable To calm down. I start internally shaking like Satan Taking over, approaching them like I'm roguish when I say it's on now. I give a fuck About them haters that be running lip. Blood'll drip for anybody that wanna come and trip. 'Cause bringing the demon out of me is like Having an orgy in the dark. You don't really know who you are fucking with. I'm on some gutter shit, have your mother pucker Lips. For your father after I just had her Bent sucking dick. Me and Buck beat him up, He don't want that shit to escalate to a Level that got us running on some hunting shit. From L-E-X to Cashville, is that real? Down South popping way more than an Advil. I gotta get it, better believe I'm on the Come up. When grown folk talk, bitch, you shut The fuck up. give a fuck. Know you better duck. When I get to swinging, I'ma tear that bitch up. Try to keep it tucked. I don't wanna buck. But these pussy haters wanna Try to come up, buck. Shut the fuck up. Bitch, shut the fuck up. Bitch better shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up. Bitch, shut the fuck up. Bitch better shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up. Yeah, born it. While most of these rappers was porn in it. Shit. You can't beat it, gotta join with it. You know. Your rap career has been poor, Many. Ugh. Artameir with the big rocks in my Ear. Woo. Big clock, let me know when the Cops near. Hellcat, put this bitch in third gear. Woo, woo, fuck that, I'm out of here. Ha Buckshots. Get it clear. Get it clear. Still hot. Still hot. Another year. Yeah, yeah. Go to trial, it's nothing I fear. Fuck that. In the pen throwing niggas off the Tier. We playing. Khaki suit is how I appear. What up, cuz? Then I shoot at any coward In here. Who is that? And it's old school, look at how I steer. Skrrt, skrrt. Get 'em, Buck, is how they cheer. Bitch, I give a fuck. Know you better duck. When I get to swinging, I'ma tear that bitch Up. Try to keep it tucked. I don't wanna buck. But these pussy haters wanna Try to come up, buck. Shut the fuck up. Bitch, shut the fuck up. Bitch better shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up. Bitch, shut the fuck up. Bitch better shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up.
Tres Aurland, Young Buck — Stfu
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