Young Buck - This Shit Rough lyrics

rate me

I had a feeling niggas was gonna be with the shit,

Cause it was drive me

Nigga you take what you can get or you gonna sit there and just die

Learned long time ago, get your money never mind the hoe

Got 10 years invested in your bitch naked dick down her throat

Catch me dirty and trappin up till something occurs

And then it’s spike on my sneakers, red on the bottom of hers

Nigga don’t do nothing but do this, that’s right nigga you clueless

But that’s the only way a street nigga can get through this

Meditating like a Buddhist, niggas cool but I’m the coolest

Take this cup and I’ma screw this, tryina get money like I’m jewish

Who is nigga think he is, just gonn fuck all of our hoes

Put coke all in our city, then just jump up and go

Nah, truth is I heard it all before, it ain’t too much that you can say

That make me wanna stop it though

But yeah, I told my partner push, a million dollar ain’t enough

And they know dope out in the streets nigga ain’t it rought

[Hook]

Big gold chain on your neck and you just came just to flick

We just came just to come up then go hang in the G

Let me get that, drop it, this shit rough

Let me get that, drop it, this shit rough

You got ice on your wrists and I got money on my mind

That mean I’m tired of being broke and now you’re running out of time

Let me get that, drop it, this shit rough

Let me get that, drop it, this shit rough

Talk to me baby, what is that pussy gonn do for me?

I’ll buy you this bag, is you gonn shoot for me

All this money coming, honestly this shit is spooky man

Plus I ain’t bc’ing, my key is like I do usually

Crackers ask me who I am, I tell em all just google me

Back this Bentley back, excuse me, can you move for me?

Left all my feelings at my mama’s house, came out like fuck y’all

Erybody buying bricks, erybody butcher y’all

Lil dude just a rapper dude, don’t let em niggas play you

Ungrateful ass bitch, cause it’s the last time I say to you

Keep twitting all them lies like you really seeing them pies

And cooking all that coke, you a broke nigga in disguise

We laughing at you guys, and y’all Columbian ties

If I told you what your bitch be doing, you would be surprised

Hey budyy, keep pushing, a quarter key isn’t enough

And ain’t on dope in these streets, boy you see that is rough

[Hook]

Big gold chain on your neck and you just came just to flick

We just came just to come up then go hang in the G

Let me get that, drop it, this shit rough

Let me get that, drop it, this shit rough

You got ice on your wrists and I got money on my mind

That mean I’m tired of being broke and now you’re running out of time

Let me get that, drop it, this shit rough

Let me get that, drop it, this shit rough.