GhostWridah - Buckets lyrics

rate me

Mama I want to ball, I’ve been dreaming about a cake like Beyonce

A couple nice in Paris and feel them all day

When I was raise that’s no future for a black man

At least you dripped, I’ve been that for crock sails

I crock ...so just I could crock shits

Open the …loyalty it’s long as …

Bad …for my couple ex homiest …

You’ll be up for best on it…

That’s the little nigga dream

Knocking …with a little bit esteem

Tripping …on my flows, I am enemy with what ever

Might even stay …no disrespect the career

Open letter to my fans, I hope you see my efforts

‘cause mister you don’t fuck with me and check us, how gonna check us

I’m eating haters for breakfast …right versus

…I’m a beat with it

Won’t play yell, you ain’t in compete sweetie

But the day that’s coming, are borning …

When each …it’s kind like my blessing

Steeling my …too young to even be stress

Keep my eye on my engel they must took me for a place …

I’ve been waiting in this room all so chill

Looking like rappers, like how the fuck you got a deal bitch

The day you struggle it’s that a real nigga deal with

Shot up to any one I had to split a meal with

Future for a big burkes, I’m gonna feel shits

That’s how it’s sound when you give ‘em real shit

Buckets, buckets, buckets

That’s how it’s sound when you give ‘em real shit

Yeah,