BUCKINGHAM B.K. - BUCKINGHAMkorleon (feat. Fredo Korleon)

High tides
High tides, yeah
Time for high times
High times, yeah, yeah
High times
Yeah
Uh
I've been up for a change, hope it never come down
Goodness grief, cook that batch!
And you will see
I finally see what you mean by levels now
Fuck these niggas with a passion
These n***as bitches, they actin' just for a mention
Nut ass n***a just tryna get some attention
I need more to get my elevation to the peak
Even if it's having that fuck n***a in reach
And I try to fight the feeling, but the strong get weak
Sheesh!
Grind in the studio, creating pure smoke
I don't do it for the check, but to keep hold on my soul
Every line I stand on em' ten toes
Never been a ho, just was fuckin' for to know
Every minute, every second, I'm the one, my n***a
Fuckin' up the waves!
Godzilla couldn't handle this gorilla today
Especially when I'm lit, I'm probably goin' super saiyan
Never seen a beast like this in the South
Think I'm zone 6 fuckin' a peach in the drought
Niggas been smoke, hope they drown, it's the full moon
Got niggas with clips full, as full moon
Uh,
Don't want no handouts
Just room
Still R4LOM till the Earth, can't move
I'm feelin' kind of choosy
Do I want the titties or the booty
Do I want the blunt or the doobie
Fuck it bitch, I'm high, nigga gone sue me
I know she don't love me like Suzie
Dirty bitch, yeah, she can act out a movie
Wanna be a city girl like JT
Well, lil' bitch, I'll hit you with the Uzi
Not an option, so you can't fuckin' choose me
On these shrooms, so I'm feelin' kind of groovy
Try me I will set it off like Jada and Boosie
Get a bag of dope and start lookin' at the beauty
Chromosomes and red hairs, damn, you consuming
Don't need fake friends, they all confuse me
Always tryin' to find ways to exclude me
If you ain't shootin' for me, you might just shoot me
I'm top ten of the underdogs
N***as claimin' they street, but they sidewalks
I'ma ride when we up and ride for the downfall
Montgomery's great slayer you ain't nothin' but a hound dog
Plotting on my image to put me down, that's a stop it move
You a stupid fool, let me take you to school
This the way you can't be God, n***a, I'm his son
You can't be a Don, bitch, I'm the last one

Written by:
F. Pierce, L. Floyd

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