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letra de skyscraper - young buck

[intro]
greedy money
just look around you
everywhere you look, it’s goin’ up
this that pull out all your money at the picture booth type sh-t
you know, skyscr-per

[verse 1]
came up from the ground, i’m goin’ skyscr-per (way up)
’bout to buy a thousand pounds and spend all my paper (check)
i just put a few more charms on shawty tiffany bracelet (woo)
dipped my pinky in the pack and let these b-tches taste it (yeah)
dropped the motor in the cutl-ss, let my n-gg-s race it (skrrt)
took my whole career from last year and then replaced it (trap)
throwin’ burners out the window case they try to trace it (fumble)
buck is back to the basics, let’s just all face it

[chorus]
you ever seen a n-gg- lose everything? rob you for everything?
you want it back, i sell it back to you (skyscr-per)
throw an alley-oop and send the pack to you (skyscr-per)
why you lie to me? i’m speakin’ facts to you (hi, hater)
you ever seen a n-gg- lose everything? rob you for everything?
you want it back, i sell it back to you (skyscr-per)
load the foreign up and bring that bag to you (skyscr-per)
why you lie to me? i’m speakin’ facts to you (bye, hater)

[verse 2]
chanel got her thinkin’ she gon’ break me (okay)
bury some bricks in the bas-m-nt if they take me (yeah)
i can’t ride with it if it got a safety (nah)
either you’re shootin’ or you’re not, ain’t no maybes (ain’t no maybes)
i lost a hundred, i flipped over her mercedes (skrrt skrrt)
i gotta wait, i’ll buy you another one, baby (i got you)
i got faith in my plug, we both crazy (loco, trap)
kunta kinte in the kitchen, i’m in slavery (hey, trap)
told your b-tch i’m number one, tracy mcgrady (ball, know me)
try to stop me gettin’ paid and made ’em pay me (check, f-ck ’em)
these f-ck boys never seem to amaze me (they know)
a thousand blues is the only thing that save me (i’m up)

[verse 3]
we gon’ shoot it out with 12 if they arrest me (don’t play)
pray to the same god as pablo and he bless me (love)
spread my wings, i made chapo come and test me (what up?)
had to snipe a couple n-gg-s, call me wesley
b-tch, i’m never fallin’ off, don’t you bet me
thought i retired from the ice, wayne gretsky (i’m him)
i had bricks on the tourbus when you met me (i swear)
just went platinum, prayin’ that the feds don’t catch me (i don’t care)
so your mama and your sister think i’m s-xy (yeah)
she wanna swallow but i know that she too messy (lil’ b-tch)
i come with a bandana, hope you accept me (what up, cuz?)
i’ma bring a hood even if you don’t let me

- young buck

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