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ATL Draco, ATL Draco. Boo-coo bucks, foreign coupe rush, do too much, Shop too much. I'm too up, I'm feeling a Rush. Haters, I hush with some slush. I'm too up with two sluts. I'm too up, give two fucks. Up the pump, bitch, what's up? Windows up, heat this fuck. Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe. Niggas steady talkin' like they know me. Never did a damn thing that they told me. Oh wee, Oh wee. Take this shit back to my old days, yeah. Fuckin' this paper, no foreplay, yeah. I can't be caught up by no low stakes. With my name in they mouth like it's Colgate, Yeah. I been runnin' this shit up with no Brakes. Nigga get in my way and it's road Rage, yeah. Poles get that nigga pole face, Yeah. Ghosts give that nigga ghost face, yeah. Touchdown, ATL off like straight out the jungle. I walked out of customs and got towed, I Don't care 'bout that hustle. Yeah, you got a bag, but this ain't a Bag, yeah, this is a duffle. Yeah, she got an ass, but she ain't that Bad, she need to be humble. Boo-coo bucks, foreign coupe rush, do too much, Shop too much. I'm too up, I'm feeling a Rush. Haters, I hush with some slush. I'm too up with two sluts. I'm too up, give two fucks. Up the pump, bitch, what's up? Windows up, heat this fuck. Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe. Niggas steady talkin' like they know me. Never did a damn thing that they told me. Oh wee, Oh wee. I'm in a big body, DR my side body. Shooters on rip by me. Tell me what's the Location. Mask up, no cases. Handoffs, no fakes. Gucci down, yeah, I'm crazy. Keep sticks, got Glocks with lasers. Yeah, go off for my people. I keep a weapon, delete. Run in the bank like a Jeep. Cut off your thumb, we don't do, no mess. Two-two-three hit him, it came out his belly. Flood in my mouth with vanilla Caine. Smoke out the back, then we serve out the Exit. Bet they make back, drive it slow like A Tesla. Steppin' on shit, yeah, my footprint Leather. Go cop a demon, I call it the Devil. I keep some green on me, talkin' about Like Reggie. Boo-coo bucks, foreign coupe rush, do Too much, shop too much. I'm too up, I'm feeling a rush. Haters, I hush with some slush. I'm too up with two sluts. I'm too up, give two fucks. Up the pump, bitch, what's up? Windows up, heat this fuck. Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe. Niggas steady talkin' like they know me. Never did a damn thing that they told me. Oh wee, oh wee. Rockin' with the two-four, I ain't talkin' Kobe. Niggas talkin' out their neck, I don't even know 'em. Nigga talkin' fake ass, tell a nigga show Me. Leanin' on the Glock, man, it look like An omen. Black and white diamonds and a griffin, I ain't over it. Told her put a little Bit of mile on my tune. Say hey, hey. Went and put that Cartier watch on my wrist. Me and be nasty, we slime in the bando. Wet shit the Genies, my top off the 'Ghini. I came from the bottom, she came in bikini. We go and top off the opp in a Minute. Y'all niggas songs ain't havin' no meanings. Know that I'm slidin', chop it up like zucchini. Oh, oh. Chop, chop. Boo-coo bucks, foreign coupe rush, Do too much, shop too much. I'm too up, I'm feeling rush. Haters, I hush with some slush. I'm too up with two sluts. I'm too up, give two fucks. Up the pump, bitch, what's up? Windows up, heat this fuck. Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe. Niggas steady talkin' like they know me. Never did a damn thing that they told me. Oh wee, oh wee.
Nasty C, Lil Gotit, Lil Keed — Bookoo Bucks
«Bookoo Bucks» — Nasty C, Lil Gotit, Lil Keed. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:55. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
