Geri D' Fyniz

Geri D' Fyniz - Buck 50 songtekst

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[Hook]

Now If you ain't about that shit

Just shut ya trap

Because it's bitch made

To say it then take it back

It's seems a lot

Of muthaf**kas scared of facts

So I'mma keep it a Buck 50

On they ass



I'mma keep it a Buck 50

I'mma keep it a Buck 50

I'mma keep it a Buck 50

On they ass



[Verse 1]

The cost of being real is priceless

But it's expensive to these goofy f**k niggas

Cuz They keep popping up

All on internet

With several different types

Of cornball nigga shit



They be begging for (For Attention)



Not to mention

This tweeting & delete shit

If it's a problem

I'll say it to ya face bitch

I'm so direct that

It may come off reckless

To niggas afraid

To put actions to statements



No chill cause my enemies waiting

& if I give dem an inch

They'll put me under the pavement

So I keep my defense Mayweather

Blocking attempts so clever

Won't catch me slipping

I thought you niggas knew better



This f**k shit

Is getting hella pathetic

Cause we den sit back and let it

It's turning to epidemics

I'm calling on 50 Negus

That's ready to be relentless

Cause when we get up in motion

You muthaf**kas is finish



[Hook]



[Verse 1]

Y'all den got so used to scams

That the truth

Got you shittin in ya pants

Muthaf**kas better

Get packs of depends

Cause I'm coming with

Them X-Lax bars

Making assholes raw



(Honestly)



My competition's

The man In the mirror

So that means

All you other rap niggas

Inferior



If you ain't proppin up yourself

As the best

You settling for less

That's Probably why you dusty niggas

Will not ever see a check



Niggas wanna see the blessings

But don't wanna break a sweat

Niggas wanna be rewarded for just

Sitting on the ass



But I don't care if we related

Or like the way I rap



If you ain't help secure the shit

Don't ask for nothing from my bag.

Not a dime

I don't owe a Nigga shit

Unless you mama, wife, or kids

Everybody else can

Eat a dick



Got on my own grind

With 10 toes down

All them doubters thought

I lost my mind

But its paying off

And they coming round

Tryna ride the wave

Like I forgot



But it's cool tho

Cause I'm bout my dough

If you wanna chill

Help me get some mo



But if you wanna leech

Better Keep that shit moving

You on that f**k shit

Don't want nothing to do with you



[Hook]
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