BUCKINGHAM B.K. - CUL-DE-SAC kICKBACk

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh,
Treat my anger like some pussy
Nobody but me can fuck with it respect given,
Care not bout them n***as who couldn't rap different
Picked up the pace, ain't in the way no more
If the pastor parched, the Holy Ghost can feel him vibin' more
Knew I had the nature shook if I got off the leash
Family DNA got too much loyalty for speech
I know the ropes were missin', mama shinin' daily
They never can catch up properly
Gave my hope, I know it's me
Even when I slowed down, had to feel it
I knew they never skipped a beat,
Especially if it's me
Enlarge the pot of portions,of the gifts be down in me
Only difference, now the payment pocketed will not be cheap
Broke the barrier, my city finally buzzin' like
This shit I heard the other night
His blow up came up overnight
All them hours he put in?!
N***a couldn't hate him right
Right next to a lady that's thicker than mud baths!
Definitely a fruit that I don't think that the plug has
Outside of the booth, I've been Bruce-ing, Pick your path!
I mean thrills, jeans have em' searchin' for who's bad
Tryna make me fiend pills for problems I ain't have
They tryna seem real, their actin' just won't pass
I ain't trippin', still couldn't catch up to my blast
Know they love me now, they hated to choose that
No apologies, to ones behind
Whippin' better facy that!
Towers big as those behinds
Vippin' in the cul-de-sac
Vippin' in the cul-de-sac
Vippin' in the
Vippin' in the
Ayy
Cornbread from scratch, girl, gone throw down,
They can catch the vibe till the pole come out
I done seen and heard it all gone get high,
Just don't get to trippin' den the pole, come out
Cornbread from scratch, girl, gone throw down,
They can catch the vibe till the pole come out
I done seen and heard it all gone get high,
Just don't get to trippin' den the pole, come out
Cornbread from scratch, girl, gone throw down,
They can catch the vibe till the pole come out
I done seen and heard it all gone get high,
Just don't get to trippin' den the pole, come out
Cornbread from scratch, girl, gone throw down,
They can catch the vibe till the pole come out
I done seen and heard it all gone get high,
Just don't get to trippin' den the pole, come out

Written by:
L. Floyd

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