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A Buck Short

this thang, a little short on change All I had was a dime, couple rhymes, and my name Tryin' to get in where I fit, stuck in this red dirt Plannin' a

her A day late a buck short I'm writing the report On losing and failing when I move I'm flailing now And it's happened once again, I'll turn to a friend

watch a flick on screens wid a red hoe On double deuce, I met this bitch up at the club I had a tech, if her neighbors wanna buck Wid a nigga, cuz I'

before But still I ball like no tomorrow Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote You starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate Not even a slim chance to make a

job my forte, not off of gun play Hostage taker, I killed my brother with a salt shaker He tried to short me a buck What the fuck? A nigga that lies is a

before But still I ball like no tomorrow Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote You starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate Not even a slim chance to make a

a bag of trash Dream girl I pitch a tent when you stomp in the room Like a hellbound turkey mixed with a baboon You're sexy and you're spicy like a bowl

of a 40 ounce quart A hand in the pocket and a hand in your shorts Shoot me with two and don't be slow You only got one good way to go And get naked, buck

your Luchi at? I know where that poochy's at, you boochie ass Pretty boy, you was a fag I think he a fuckin' whiteboy I'm a motorcycle I was born to