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Buy Your Dope From Me


Young Buck Lyrics

 

Buy Your Dope From Me Lyrics

Buy Your Dope From Me by Young Buck


(feat. Hi-C, Sosa)

[Intro: Young Buck]
Its colder than muhf**ka outside..
I gotta get this money though, f**k that

[Chorus: Sosa]
Row, row, row, ya boat
Slowly down the street
Smokin' mary, mary, mary, mary
Come and buy yo dope from me

[Verse 1: Sosa]
I hit my first lick, musta been the seventh grade
I came up on a chunk, I bought a coat and pair of J's
And I aint feel bad about it, on the block it was the way
I had to bend the rules a bit, I was tryna eat wit snakes
Bought a pack, paid my momma light billing by the day
You jus witnessed the clubs that you dealt into the game
25 birds on the counter, sh*t aint changed
My Mexicans, they let me get that chickens to the thang
I smokin' sumthin exquisite ridin' tinted in the range
Diamonds lookin jus like Buck's chain and his ring
Spinnin' through the city watchin menace spillin' caine
Jada-pinkett ridin' wit me lip game insane
Mayne..

[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Hi-C]
Sandwich bags of pyrexx and some cocaine
Follow me, as I take you to the dope game
I got felonies, I can't get a nine-to-five
Quarter chickens, 5 G's, now that's time for 5
I cant f**k wit homeboy, I heard he would tell
All black Geneva scales, dope under my fingernails
Hot water, abra-kadabra, ready rocks
All straight and plastic glock, candy-red Chevy drop
Flood this muthaf**ka, coke all on every block
Tryna be number one like the chain that Nelly got
White square blocks like a baseball field
Embrace all fielders, south, eight, paul kills

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: Young Buck]
I got my hoopdie on hub caps postin', they lookin fo 24's
They pullin niggas over, they look like they getting dough
I stop at the store, to get some zip-lock bags
Jar full of dro, I gotta get rid of that
You know what they doin folk, aint no need to ask
And if ya only buyin' one, I don't need ya cash
Homie, jus stay in ya weight class and get you a safe stash
Whip it, whip, it, whip it, whip it, nigga then break the glass
These hoes will tell on you, I'm tellin you the truth
And if a hater try to rob you I'm tellin you to shoot

[Gunshot]



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