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letra de buckhead - 03 greedo

[intro: 03 greedo]
know what i’m sayin’ like
i’m a thirsty young n-gg-, know what i’m sayin’
i’ma get up on a b-tch if i think she fine, you know what i’m sayin’
now i’m rich, i think i can pay the fine, you know what i’m sayin’

[chorus: 03 greedo]
don’t know how i still ain’t f-ck yet
told that b-tch to pull up on me, i’m in buckhead, ooh
don’t know how i still ain’t f-ck yet, ayy
i don’t know how i still ain’t f-ck yet
told that b-tch to pull up on me, i’m in buckhead
i don’t know how i still ain’t f-ck yet
told that b-tch to pull up on me, i’m in buckhead

[verse 1: 03 greedo]
ooh, d-mn, i don’t know how i still ain’t f-ck yet (b-tch)
you know who i am
i’ma flu flamm, free drakeo
i don’t know how i still ain’t f-ck yet
told that b-tch to pull up on me, i’m in buckhead, ayy
don’t know how i still ain’t f-ck yet
told that b-tch to ayy, told that b-tch to whoa
if i ever lose a broad i’ma f-ck her friend
i’m a real -ss n-gg-, i cannot pretend
i ain’t never really sippin’ on that juice and gin
i’ma get promethazine and i’ma pour it in
if i’m smokin’ on a blunt i’ma push a blimp
if it ain’t a backwood you are not my friend
i was chokin’ on that sh-t, i’m sippin’ on the henn
if they ain’t got henn, sippin’ on the rem
i ain’t gon’ get twenty-four, pourin’ juice, i’m pourin’ fours
b-tch you know i’m bangin’ baby loc
ride me like a hunter s’posed

[verse 2: key!]
yeah, kick a door in some skate shoes
b-tch, i ain’t bougie, i just hate you
pull up right now, i’m at lenox
ayy if she ain’t talkin’ money speakin’ spanish
ayy, b-tch i never went to high school, huh
b-tch i went to school, how you dig
k!lled my best friend like fresh did
got your main b-tch on my chest
no scantron, no test
n-gg-s sick, asbestos

[verse 3: manman savage]
i don’t know how i ain’t f-ck yet
b-tch been on a n-gg-‘s d-ck so long, meet me in buckhead
i ain’t f-cked a b-tch without the neck, you can bet that
b-tch i’m all about a check, you ain’t even gotta sweat that
in that backpack b-tch, it’s a whole lot of racks
dare a n-gg- play with it, i’ma push his top back
plus she got that type of p-ssy make a n-gg- come back
if i put her in that gucci bag, your b-tch won’t come back
introduced her to this lifestyle, she say she ain’t goin’ back

[verse 4: runway richy]
i ain’t hit her but i could’ve though (runway)
hit her friend and her sister with another ho
shawty got her eyes on me (yeah)
won’t you come and spend some time with me (yeah)
told her pull up on me, i’m in buckhead, bring a friend with you
when she on that henn she on ten with it (she on ten with it)
d-mn, i don’t know how i still ain’t f-cked yet (yeah)
b-tch tryna chill, i told her f-ck that

[verse 5: yung mal]
i told that b-tch to pull up on me, i’m in buckhead
goyard filled up, nothin’ but blue faces, big heads
i’m rich as a b-tch, i don’t know how i ain’t f-ck yet
she wanna play them games with a n-gg-, i swear i ain’t on that
i dipped her, she can’t even call my phone
lv hold my pants up, that’s where i keep that chrome at
middle finger with the five, h-ll yeah, that’s my zone jack
i just bought a new jack, finna paint that b-tch matte black, yeah

[verse 6: lil quill]
i just put the forgis on the lam, it got two doors
i can’t set it on me, one lil b-tch, i need like two hoes
bank account loaded, bankroll fat, can’t even fold
bustdown rollie, think i spent like twenty-four
double g wrapped ’round my belt, she call me too old
plug just hit my line, no call back, just send me three more
yeah lil b-tch you fine but i’m not textin’ you this lingo
racks stacked up like pringles, ain’t f-ckin’ with no cheap hoes, on god

- 03 greedo

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