Bukkweat Bill - Yen 47 lyrics

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Bukkweat Bill - Yen 47 lyrics

[Verse 1] I do a little dirt, smoke a lot of weed Got a blunt in each hand, palm trees Got a dope dick, call it a crack pipe I put it asleep n***a, nightlight Put some cash on it if you 'bout that I'm 'bout whatever, it's whatever, you can count that I'm in the club but I'm rocking all black though Skinny pants, but my pockets on Fat Joe n***as know I light the sh** on the best beats Real smooth, make a move like a chess piece Bad b**hes and they friends wanna do me Fame got them boys with me dog, like Snoopy I'm a whole 'nother n***a when it comes recording Flow will never go out of style like Jordan's Right, rude boy, down south dread head I k** this sh** n***a, d**h bed [Hook] Whole lotta' money, whole lotta' money Hoes got it for me, dick up in her tummy I can feel it coming, today gon' be sunny Flow so sick leave a n***a nose running Got a whole lotta' money, whole lotta' money Swag on dummy, I can feel it coming She been acting funny, so I'ma f** her buddy Cause I'm a young n***a with a whole lotta' money [Verse 2] If life is a gamble, I'm just rolling dice I'm hot as a candle, can you see the light? Young wild jit get head like crew cut Mr. Clean and her mouth like toothbrush Leave me alone, I just need a minute Can't pay attention, too quick to spend it Weed so loud, it's hard to listen I'm so baked, without a kitchen Fist full of cash, I just might throw it Kush in the bag, I know who grow it See I blow up, you just blow it My sh** ride, you ain't gotta tow it f**ing wasn't nothing, I don't gotta date her I get head, that's a no brainer Swag so gone you will never get close When it comes to the bread I go hard, toast [Hook]

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