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Bucked Up 4 Video (MV)




Performed By: Xhulooo
Language: English
Length: 1:34
Written by: Arturo LaMotta




Xhulooo - Bucked Up 4 Lyrics
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Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh (Fornuto cookin' heat)
Uh
Uh
Blatt! (Xhu on the mix)
Blatt!, Okay
I ain't never been no block baby, aye
But if you mess 'round you get blocked, baby, aye
And if you talk down, you get popped, baby, aye
And it ain't no way i could be stopped, baby, ooh
Okay I walked in this building with a K on me (With a K on me)
Better watch your mouth, you'll get sprayed, homie (You'll get sprayed, homie)
Ain't no time to joke, gotta hit this play, homie (Gotta hit this play, homie)
And you can't get no feat. until you pay, homie, this that
This that Bucked Up 4
Grab a glick off the floor
Bet that fye take your soul
On the wave like a boat
I am not an Average Joe
Bet this pole, it's gon' blow
This is not "Wanna Know"
I ain't simping she on go
Go, go, go, go (Go!)
Go, go, go, go (Yeah!)
Go, go, go, go (Yeah, yeah!)
Go, go, go, go (Go!)
You bet' not try my luck or you gon' come up out of it
Gang was in the trap, we won't come out, the cops surrounded it
I told my boys I had a master plan, and no one doubted it
Me, Farrell, and Roy the trill trio, ain't no doubting it
Might just call up Fiji, you know he gon' get him gone
Blow off all his limbs, and then we leave him on his own,
Yeah, it's getting gory, but don't worry, that's not what i'm on
I just called up Clip, he ain't pick up the phone, uh, yea
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Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh (Fornuto cookin' heat)
Uh
Uh
Blatt! (Xhu on the mix)
Blatt!, Okay
I ain't never been no block baby, aye
But if you mess 'round you get blocked, baby, aye
And if you talk down, you get popped, baby, aye
And it ain't no way i could be stopped, baby, ooh
Okay I walked in this building with a K on me (With a K on me)
Better watch your mouth, you'll get sprayed, homie (You'll get sprayed, homie)
Ain't no time to joke, gotta hit this play, homie (Gotta hit this play, homie)
And you can't get no feat. until you pay, homie, this that
This that Bucked Up 4
Grab a glick off the floor
Bet that fye take your soul
On the wave like a boat
I am not an Average Joe
Bet this pole, it's gon' blow
This is not "Wanna Know"
I ain't simping she on go
Go, go, go, go (Go!)
Go, go, go, go (Yeah!)
Go, go, go, go (Yeah, yeah!)
Go, go, go, go (Go!)
You bet' not try my luck or you gon' come up out of it
Gang was in the trap, we won't come out, the cops surrounded it
I told my boys I had a master plan, and no one doubted it
Me, Farrell, and Roy the trill trio, ain't no doubting it
Might just call up Fiji, you know he gon' get him gone
Blow off all his limbs, and then we leave him on his own,
Yeah, it's getting gory, but don't worry, that's not what i'm on
I just called up Clip, he ain't pick up the phone, uh, yea
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Writer: Arturo LaMotta
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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