BlueBucksClan — Horace Grant

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I feel like these niggas soft, niggas cupcake (Niggas soft)
Told her I don’t want no pussy, lemme fuck face (I don’t want no pussy)
Last night was Prada down, had a rough day (Prada down)
(Ten11)
My feet will never ever feel how no Chuck lace
(DJ this shit hard, on God)
Big foreigns blockin’ all the neighbors front gate (Big foreigns)
In the stu’, I’m tryna see what bitches up late (Who up?)
On the phone with my jeweler, what’s the update? (What’s the update?)
I could see from court side, these niggas pump faking
Wouldn’t believe what I paid for my watch (Wouldn’t believe it)
Can’t believе what I paid for this Wock’ (Can’t believe it)
Fifteen hundrеd dollars in this pop (In this soda)
Put yo’ lips on this cup, you bet not (You bet not)
Quiet bitch locked me up, I was shocked (I was shocked)
Looked down at my pockets, they on steroids (Steroids)
Barry bonds me a nigga, Uncle Elroy (Uncle Elroy)
Here go twenty five hundred, get yo’ hair done (Get yo’ hair done)
Bitch I paid every bill, you can’t trip none
I’m with eight bitches outta town, make the trip fun (Eight bitches)
This my last cup, I can’t afford to spill none (I can’t spill none)
Told the chef make my plate when the meal done (When it’s done)
Jeeezy pulled up in the Lamb’, you should’ve seen him (You should’ve seen him)
Hundreds in the glove compartment for no reason (For no reason)
Need some undergarments, finna go to Neimans (Yeah, fuck it)
A lot of great bitches know about this penis (On my mama)
My bitched popped up on me, what you thinkin’? (Fuck you doing?)
I ain’t even writing shit, I’m just speaking
I ain’t never wrote no shit down, I just wing it (I just wing it)
I can show you how to run these plays, I’m Sarkisian (I’m Sarkisian)
Rich bitches with some fire head what I’m seeking (What I’m seeking)
Seen yo’ baby daddy, he still sliding in that Lincoln (This nigga lame)
I just seen yo’ bitch slide in the lil’ Honda (In that Honda)
All I want is face, told her I don’t go no condom (I don’t go no condom)
Thirteen hundred dollar shirt, yeah no problem (Thirteen hundred)
Big shoes on the bottom say P-R-ADA (P-R-ADA)
Give her ten bands every time I see my mama
Bring ten friends when you come to see Obama (Ten friends)
Niggas asking me «Where the hoes?» ‘Cause I got ’em (‘Cause I got ’em)
Can’t bring no lame ’round my bros, they might rob ’em (They might rob ’em)
Forgis got me sitting real high like a Tonka (Like a Tonka)
I keep fucking all my bitch friends, that’s my problem (That’s my problem)
All these black trucks pulling up, where my driver? (Where my driver?)
My bitch bad and she thick as fuck, I can’t hide her (I can’t hide her)
In DaVinci bleeding, damn I need to go to Kaiser (God damn)
All you did was suck it for a hour, how you tired? (How you tired?)
We ain’t never tripping over bitches, that shit minor (That shit minor)
At Celine getting dressed, I don’t need no iron (I don’t need no iron)
Putting this shit on, paid a lot for my attire (Put that shit on)
Jeeezy he that nigga, all the pretty hoes admire (They admire)
Five star plates, I ain’t eating at no diner (Eating at no diners)
Stuff a eighth in a wood, I don’t need no grinder (I don’t need no grinder)
I want the baddest out the friends, lemme meet the rest (Baddest one)
Shoot dubs, man I hate how these niggas bet (Hate how these niggas bet)
Swear to God, man I hate how these niggas dress (Hate how these niggas dress)
Facetime with a famous bitch, it won’t reconnect (It won’t reconnect)
I just dumped all my bitches, finna reselect (Reselect)
Everything you want in that box, right there to the left (To the left)
She love my cologne, she like «Damn nigga what is that?» (What is that?)
Gassin’ on my song, they like damn where the chorus at? (Ain’t no chorus)
BucksClan we can’t lose, I’m the quarterback (I’m the quarterback)
Gabbana frames on my face, feel like Horace Grant (Horace Grant)