Around Me Lyrics BY Young Buck ft. Tha City Paper

(Hook)
I spent 50 thousand dollas on my Chevy
All of us stay heavy
All of us stay heavy
I’m still sellin’ green ducks to my seve
All of us stay ready
All of us stay ready
Jack boy, I know all the killas, I got all this shit around me
All the pimps, I know all the dope killas, I got all this shit around me
500 left Gucci bag, nigga, bake the rap all around me
You ain’t out but I’m out, nigga, please stay the fuck around me
(Verse)
Fuckin’ heard of a young nigga heavy
Basketball, no medicine ball
Street nigga all day, I ain’t gettin’ involved with no feelin’s involved
I really believe that I’m betta than y’all
Disposition? Coolest guy
Go visit my young nigga Drae
Get pulled out liquor, pre-school I’m high
Burk a band for my young bitch
Chamber mine, hoe, not today
Louie bag for my old bitch
Trick daddy, thug holidays
She luv how a nigga talk
Cash Ville, kiss me in the jungle
6.15, I box it up
Me and Dae gonna play my numbers
Gatorade, for the long night
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Told the bitch stop interruptin’
Don’t let me finish my sentence
Gold chain like I’m Nino Brown
I’m grabbin’ molly on the napkin
Nicks night, watch me do it again
Get a re-run, what’s happenin’, boss?
(Hook)
I spent 50 thousand dollas on my Chevy
All of us stay heavy
All of us stay heavy
I’m still sellin’ green ducks to my seve
All of us stay ready
All of us stay ready
Jack boy, I know all the killas, I got all this shit around me
All the pimps, I know all the dope killas, I got all this shit around me
500 left Gucci bag, nigga, bake the rap all around me
You ain’t out but I’m out, nigga, please stay the fuck around me
(Verse 2)
Lately niggas be killin me but they know they stay in they boundaries
I get all in my feelings quick & get to hitting anything around me
Pulled up and said what the fuck, these old bitches, they hound me
Ball all the way to after hour, all the pounds when they pound me
Magic Johnson, got 32. em, I’ll leave ya at the cane, ground me
I ain’t stuntin’ these hatin’ hoes, ya mad how pictures ?
Hatin’ nigga on me, I’m in the cut, ain’t work for you fuckin’ jerks
I’m in the front of my porch, go skiiirt skiiiirt
And I smell like purprit jerk
Married and I’ve been caught a-flirtin’
Ya see bucket paper, been born to twerk
Prezzy take off her pants, then she take off her shirt
A congregation like knob sign
They follow me, my bitch, I walk em to it
Ain’t like the young niggas turn up to it
Bad time, I start talkin’ to em
(Hook)
I spent 50 thousand dollas on my Chevy
All of us stay heavy
All of us stay heavy
I’m still sellin’ green ducks to my seve
All of us stay ready
All of us stay ready
Jack boy, I know all the killas, I got all this shit around me
All the pimps, I know all the dope killas, I got all this shit around me
500 left Gucci bag, nigga, bake the rap all around me
You ain’t out but I’m out, nigga, please stay the fuck around me

Young Buck ft. Tha City Paper – Around Me Lyrics


 
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