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buck 30 - tracy t lyrics

[verse 1]
sorry for the f*ckin wait
but it don’t matter when you get there long as you get there
came out the mud like my cup dirty
how ya old school worth a buck 30
wash up the money it’s been dirty
b*tch i’m a don like the detergent
you a p*wn n*gga move around
windstorm lil b*tch just blew me down
runnin hot they can’t even cool me down
i went up they can’t even get off the ground

[verse 2]
money piling stack a lil fortune up
unfortunately these n*ggas can’t f*ck wit us
fat pockets i had to muscle up
they can’t wait to hop in and go double dutch
eat good b*tch feed da appetite
i’m far gone b*tch i go satellite
melt them n*ggas n*ggas fire up they candle lite
you know it ain’t l!ck when you do it twice
ain’t going back and forth i won’t exchange
i still got my ex trying to explain
play on them n*ggas go x games
nah go heart attack give em chest pains
three dirt on my name tried to bury me
so i got a new b*tch for my therapy
everything that i got it took care of me
now we got the ice cream like it’s dairy queen
[chorus]
came out the mud like my cup dirty
how ya old school worth a buck 30
wash up the money it’s been dirty
b*tch i’m a don like the detergent
you a p*wn n*gga move around
windstorm lil b*tch just blew me down
runnin hot they can’t even cool me down
i went up they can’t even get off the ground

[verse 3]
pick up that money go best bank
i see through that sh*t i go xray
i was dead broke i ain’t have sh*t
but i feel like back then was my best days
i turnt that pain to some motivation
no elevator i elevated
they asked me where you get that pain from
cause these n*ggas don’t kno where i came from
where i’m from you’ll get extorted
i’m vip n*ggas ain’t important
don’t make me go benz or black porsche
don’t make me strap up and go black forces
stand up for sumn or you sit down
n*gga get up wit us or you get down
i came out that mud like a dirty cup
3rd degree b*tch ima burn em up
[chorus]
came out the mud like my cup dirty
how ya old school worth a buck 30
wash up the money it’s been dirty
b*tch i’m a don like the detergent
you a p*wn n*gga move around
windstorm lil b*tch just blew me down
runnin hot they can’t even cool me down
i went up they can’t even get off the ground

- tracy t lyrics

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