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letra de usher bucks - brezden

[intro]
(energy made this one)
what the h-ll?
how the h-ll?

[verse]
scared of energy, he pulled up in some black forces
how the h-ll i’m skinny but keep gettin’ all these fat portions?
i’m the real legend k!ller, i’ll smack orton
they keep sayin’ blow and take a minute, guess i’m fast forwardin’
beat your b-tch fast, run it back like a replay
fingers on her, uh, rockin’ back like a dj
in the deep with the glockboyz like i’m teejaee
it’s crazy they just let dugg free, and now we pay
’cause i was broke when he made that d-mn song
they all thought i was a joke, then i proved ’em all wrong
short trip to the mall ’cause you know my racks long
your b-tch say i got no flaws and she say i got it all
your b-tch know i keep it with me and i got that sh-t on
i got fans all in my dm, “when you droppin’ that song?”
boy, you broke, tryna take your xbox to the p-wn
i got b-tches on my d-ck ’cause i’m droppin’ with tron
when you drop, we gon’ yawn, when i drop, it’s alert mode
legend in the makin’, i just rocked in my first show
your b-tch pull up on me pattin’ down, where the perc’ go?
say she wanna f-ck because i told her i’m a virgo
but i know she wanna f-ck ’cause my bag big
smokin’ on that loud like it’s dirtball adlib (dirtball adlib!)
rollin’ up that little box, i’m smokin’ cat p-ss (cat p-ss!)
backstage mulatto show, i’m tryna f-ck a rat b-tch (tryna f-ck a rat b-tch!)
before the rap, i swear i had a five inside my matress
i’m in the booth, i’m spittin’ in this b-tch, i got a bad lisp
thinkin’ you beefin’ with it, that boy finna drop a, okay
thinkin’ you beefin’ with it, that boy finna drop a bag diss
i don’t ever see him with it, think he beefin’ with the bag
if he think he finna, uh, then i’m reachin’ in the bag
like a motherf-ckin’ nap, b-tch, i’m deep inside the bag
i just gave a fiend a puff, he got to tweakin’ off a drag
i might take a trip to pheonix, make another hit with marc
chain came with night vision, you can see it when it’s dark
baby, i’m a strike shooter, i ain’t comin’ with the arc
when you with me, act like it, b-tch, you f-ckin’ with a star
b-tch, you f-ckin’ with a star, chain hittin’ like a light show
at the club prayin’ you get lucky like a dice roll
pick her up, have her rollin’ over, i’m a maestro
fourth quarter, last second shot, call her [?]
shawty told me pull up for the p-ssy, sh-t, i might go
if you ever wrote a d-mn statement, hope you die slow
sh-t, that’s really only if you claimin’ [?]
star player cleanin’ out the sink, i’m drainin’ [?]
hotel clerk wanna f-ck ’cause i came with bucks
think he f-ckin’ with me, that ain’t ‘za, that’s angel dust
think he havin’ money, them ain’t racks, that’s usher bucks
shawty get to trippin’, give her d-ck and hush her up
godd-mn, ‘za hit like a sucker punch
playin’ blitz the league with your b-tch, i’ma bust her gut

- brezden

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