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letra de just a buck - basin hounds

[chorus: tony two tokes and franky fingers]
y’all out here rapping bout this simp sh-t
while i’m out here singing bout this pimp sh-t
(x2)

[verse 1: mike montizzy]
my sleep schedule k’d like the bowl in my heart
i’mma p-ssed off painter with no brush to do my art
and i’mma dress up with no hair to cut apart
wandering all through the dark
fl!cking on my lighter praying for a spark
and i’m that only mother f-cker that know how to start a riot
culmination, inspire the youth and speak the truth
hit this booth
lose a tooth
the concrete i spit
knock ’em loose
i gotta train of b-tches you can call me mike caboose
i leave little room without the truth
i left you alive because you have some use
making mother f-ckers examples
cause i ain’t never learn to truce
squeezing like i got the juice
staring down the scope the way i look into a noose (oh-woah)

[verse 2: navy and pyro]
{navy}
we don’t give a f-ck
busting through the front
lead him with the f-cking uppercut
f-cking up her cut
hit the guts like a blunt
verbiage is robust
can’t go one bar without a cuss
at thise point it’s impulse
f-ck it though what’s the fuss
i’m just breaking your nuts
{pyro}
and i’m straight kicking your b-tts
take this l up there, ya f-cks
got the mossberg in the trunk
your block resembles a pond
cause all i’m seeing are ducks
license to k!ll i’m a bond
call me 6 double 6
f-ck on the double i cum in two chicks
hit up two liqs
got it then dip
real quick, real sh-t
pyro with the sticks
{navy}
navy really with the d-cks
i put my sh-t on her lips
she starts to throat but calls quits
so i start l!cking her slit
tongue that sh-t till it’s sl!ck
i don’t dry dog it
f-ck out her brains
steal cash from her wallet
use it for liquor i’m an alcoholic
makes me sicker and faster
psychosonic
i’m like cancer you can’t stop it
i’m a disaster
catastrophic
i’m the master
you’re the novice
cause you’re green
covered in envy cause you ain’t me
b-tch you know i’m supreme
run it up
[verse 3: franky fingers]
fishtail the whip and do the dash
tell me slow down don’t go too fast
i can’t stop and think so i’ll hit the gas
i feel on the brink so i’ll down the flask
down the hatch
i ain’t mad at that
you can’t help how you feel or deny the fact but
i’m wishing that i could go back
so i’d know what to say and how to act
it’s so f-cking crazy you’re the source of all my problems
cause you say you gotta boyfriend but that’s not true if i shot him
wanna hit it in the backseat so your number’s what i’m dialing
and you say you ain’t a freak but when i choke you, you be smiling

- basin hounds

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