Fuck Around (Buck)

Soulja Boy

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    Disrespecting me, bitch the boss man I'm having that
    Riding in that Masseratti and that shit is jet black
    Fuck you niggas talking about that I've been getting cash hoe
    Hell my hitman coming and shoot you in the asshole
    Pause no, homo
    Bitch I'm with that mob shit
    Fuck around, they cut your head off
    Hang it by your dick
    Never gave a fuck, bitch I'm filthy rich
    And I'm connected with fifty bricks
    Throwing fifty clips to put your ass up in a ditch
    Real shit, nigga
    Fuck you talking about?
    Please don't get up on my shit list
    Wiping out, every nigga on my hitlist
    Soulja boy tell em, bitch I'm flexing no fitness
    Fuck what you heard
    Man my niggas been told that big shit
    Master plan, yes I'm talking immaculate plans
    I'm talking on racks and bands
    Fuck these niggas talking about can't understand
    Understand, that we taking over twenty twelve bro
    Fucking niggas talking about
    Give city hell bro
    Run through my city and I'm feeling like a lix
    Man my niggas getting money
    And we never gave a shit
    And, I didn't tell you this
    And I represent that shit
    Man PB I'll flute
    Pretty Boy gang when I flew
    Man you already know
    It's them west side hitters
    Came in the club
    Man I'm looking like a ticket
    Young Dre, A.K.A.
    Get that cash off em
    Soulja tell them no problem goddamn that nigga offed him
    Off tell, off tell my bitch got them bags on
    Never gave a fuck bitch I'm about to bring them bags on
    Lil Dre, A.K.A.
    Got the trap going crazy
    Tatted on my whole throat
    Bitches wanna be my lady
    Damn, I'm retro
    Goddamn these vendors
    Yah Young Jesus, and I ain't even finished
    Soulja boy tell em, I keep killing these rapp niggas
    Fifty thirteen
    I'm still up in the trap nigga
    Where am at post it
    Count it like a nigga
    Young nigga getting money
    Worth about a brick
    Young nigga came in
    Gold on my fist
    Gold on my dick
    Bitch I'm that nigga
    Number one contender
    Came in swag
    And you see it in the middle
    Young Soulja tell him
    Goddamn that nigga gimmick
    Lil Dre for for real doe
    One hundred million
    Put that on the ten fold
    Put it in, racked up
    And they hit my phone
    And I hit one word and we 'bout to ride
    Ten shots, I'm a let it slide
    Got the same guns, that came from Best aah
    And I'm still in the building
    Racked up Shawty take your yellow ball is river
    Never gave a fuck
    Bitch I'm all about the dinero
    Pesos, cashed up with the real doe
    Niggas on that fuck shit
    Bitch I'm feeling so damn swagged up
    Standing on the TV screen
    And ain't got no bread bro
    And ain't got no mass bro
    Ribbed in this fuck nigga
    Soulja Boy tell em I'm a bust quicker
    Fuck around their buck

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