BUCKINGHAM B.K. - SHMURDDA GROOVE (feat. CLB Yavo)

Aw yeah!
It's truey he a hot nigga
Yeah
Uh!
Shit was all good a week ago
Plenty hated ion see no more
it's still Benjamin's I ain't seen before that'll fill the void
I been!
Still killing rap if these walls could talk, prolly tell it all, but
How I hold it down
Gunna wunna young thug it out
Shit I been!
rollin wit it
Cop me some chains so the glow a hit it
Fuck til she swole, I know she miss it
Blow smoke out the coupe and you know it's tinted
Don't parlay wit niggas who soul is rented
Mine too vintage
Ain been this lit in a minute
Who told me I'm a hot nigga?!
Every rapper I'm not nigga!
Smhoney dance to the top wit it
She feel the buzz her top different
Top missing
Spot hitting
I'm fucking raw I forgot nigga!
Been the cloth they'll spot quicker
Cut em off won't be lost witcha
Get involved witcha
Gotta talk different, cause if ion hear em, them withdrawals near and
I
Gone, cop, that shit cause I want it (Cause I want it)
Wrong, rapper here, Ion con don it (Ion condone)
Gone, cop, that shit cause I want it (Cause I, want it)
Wrong, rapper here, Ion con don it (Ion condone)
Gone, cop, that shit cause I want it (Cause I, want it)
Wrong, rapper here, Ion con don it (Ion condone)
Gone, cop, that shit cause I want it (Cause I want it)
Wrong, rapper here, Ion con don it (Ion condone)
Yeah
Uh!
Yeah
Moma raised a dreamer
The whole world my kingdom
Where I'm from they need love
It's hard cause they ain't seen none
Late nights when them fiends up
I was cooking my beats up
To all my addicts that need one
I'm deeply rooted like tree stumps
Or a goaty swag Richy Rich
I don't bend I just benefits
Some take them shots but I didn't miss
I don't get offended but I get defensive when you in the way and call it setting picks
No catching bodies I'm saving souls
If ion rock with you the that's set in stone
Only two words you get is bet and gone, gone
I need three five for a prescription
Cause y'all ass is shitting me
I might pay for some attention
But y'all outchea riding deep
For some niggas that don't know you
Ain't gone help you off the streets
They don't care bout where you at
Or if yo ass gone even eat
I'm bout my bag son!
Talking cash son!
Uh!
Get it line!
Just run real fast
And then you dive
Slip and slide
Get out yo mind
Create yo vibe!
Get rid of pride!
What is this?
The introduction
To the grind!
Know the difference
Some just be flexin'
Some get they weight up
Fuck rejection, failure, protected
My head gone stay up!
Faith protected
I'm too invested to take a pay cut!
I'm pushing p so please make some plays
And get that paper!!

Written by:
C. Yavo, L. Floyd

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