Young Buck

Young Buck - What You Lookin At lyrics

rate me

About to see if these niggas got a problem with me out here

Lets go

All my niggas thats strapped in the club

All my bitches thats strapped in the club

Ya'll know what it is

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I think I know, its cause a niggas paid and you ain't rich yet

Waitin' on your first i'm on like my sixth big check

Quarter ounce saids nigga you ain't seen a brick yet

Walk around with my dick smellin' like your bitch breath

When I was broke and fucked they wasn't hatin' no

Rollin' in the latest cut

Dro in the masenger

I pull strings like a guitar cuz

And roll blunts that end up better than the cigar was

I ain't negotiating my deal I was like "Pay me stunna"

Put a nigga out and watch me put out Jay-Z numbers

Made a hundred in '05 that was a crazy summer

Holla "Free everyone" out of an AP Hummer

Now my nigga out in L.A. got to say we gettin' money, long as fate keep it comin'

I'm a make another hundred

Grind hard motherfucker I'm about mine I do this

All Star fuckin' with Southside of the Unit

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I get paid off my blocks like Reggie White

I missed my seven flight

Cause I had a ready bite

Oh we them block guys

Automatic Glock mask

I could show you how to whip it up clockwise

I use an AK nigga then pump the shotty

Put the heater in his mouth now thats a hot tamale

Dope boy swag

With a .44 Mag

Tied up in the bag

Got to get that cash..on the low

I can take you to the proper work

In that blue Bentley with Buck is that Papa Smurf?

I'll pop ya first

If you step wrong

Bulletproof Teflon

Maybe thats a deaf song

Have them bullets cave in his chest bone

The 380 look good cause its dressed chrome

For this Ca$hville shit I'll kill your ass

Fuck a check nigga Hi want a mill in cash

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I got 'em mad at me cause i'm iced out

Ridin' hard shinin' just like a light house

Get money money

A hood boss thats why they hate me

Pissed off cause my shimmy come in packs a week

Plus my price is cheap

So you know my push is deep

Get it in and get it gone thats my recipe

(Keep it movin')

All that talk shit is weak man

My goons murder through the motherfuckin' street man

And i'm ridin' for my South niggas

So watch your mouth or them Ks 'gon come out niggas

Hatin' on the kid

Cause them bitches on my dick

Every car that I whip

Keep them rims doin' flips

Got 'em sick

I got money and the power

Any competition, game over I will holla

So get your mind right and get your money up

And stop hatin' before you get your life fucked up

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Ho ass nigga

Hatin' ass nigga I can see it in your eyes

Is it the way I walk the shit, I talk or what I drive?

I do this shit for real niggas rappin' tellin' lies

About how they do pimpin', jackin', and sellin' pies

I be stayin' away from hos who don't want to see me on my grind

Cupcake I know your fine

But once I fuck I ain't got time

I hit the strip club with six or seven dimes

I break a chicken down flip six or seven times

The candy painted Chevy lookin' like a sip of wine

Perigon Impala nineteen sixty nine

I bought a brand new pistol it bust fifty times

In case a nigga out here try to fuck with my shine

I hit the club tryin' to push a couple of lines

Pop a couple of pills, get some hips and thighs

I put this on my tattoos do not blow my high

Cause if we get into it somebody got to die

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