Young Buck - Everybody Got One Lyrics | FAST DOWNLOAD

[Intro:]
Yeah, you know who it is, nigga
Motherfucker see the paper, nigga
Is that cash deal record shit, nigga
Real nigga shit nigga

Haters get fucked up, nigga big boy choppers, yeah!

My uncle bud drink bullet '
It would do no drug, bud palls
Yeah, he be blowing my phone up
like everyday around lunch hours (hello!)
Fish scale, I'm a '.
I'm trapped out in the white teeth
I'm just coming to the chick in my Lebron Nikes
Course I spike me, picture my dog, Mike V!
Boy, I'm in the hood, I scream
With that coca ice tea, yeah
Yeah, white doors and blue pits,
Ice cutting in two bricks
Your thieves gonna get me down, yeah'
I'm fucking up my momma parts,
Running hot my momma spot
It's fucked up, my momma there
But fuck that, my momma not!
I told ya, I hear hoe, yeah
They're so about what got them shot
I'm just in my truck and my ' clean on twilight.
'gonna be caught and Telly should be shot,
I'm grinding and got no choice to be in this child support.
'so I went to the club,
Woke up like yeah, I'm tripping,
What a fuck I have just done? Hold on!

Hook:
Last night got crazy, everybody got guns,
Everybody start shooting, everybody had to run!
Bitches started making movies, everybody got some
Scales in the trap phone everybody got one!
Scales in the trap phone everybody got one!
Scales in the trap phone everybody got one!
And last night got crazy, everybody got guns,
Them scales and the trap phone, everybody got one!

I don't know what I've done, but please Lord, forgive me!
Woke up with a hangover, no bullets in my'
Hundred something missed calls, about twenty four buck
Fifty from my baby mommas, both from what a fuck?
..calls from Keisha, text messages from Lisa
Young bitch right beside me,
I guess she right here when I need her
OK! Ask the hoe how it happened
And notice ain't no rap song
She told me I need to slow
Here's your scale and your trap phone!
I told her thanks to me, can't move without no scale
But why I got half a brick in the indigo hotel?
My bankroll feel lighter, I spend'
I'm talking to y'all nine piece, nigga fast money, speed up!
Niggas rapping that cash ville,
I'm fucking with it, we're all grinding
And I don't remember shit, last night either old timers.
Ball till I die, I guess that make you tragic
And this perm got me exhaling, Los Angeles'

Hook:
Last night got crazy, everybody got guns,
Everybody start shooting, everybody had to run!
Bitches started making movies, everybody got some
Scales in the trap phone everybody got one!
Scales in the trap phone everybody got one!
Scales in the trap phone everybody got one!
And last night got crazy, everybody got guns,
Them scales in the trap phone, everybody got one!
Ball!

[Outro:]
Yeah, these niggas talking all this shit
Talking about how they're trapping this and that
I don't see these niggas out here, man
You feel me?
We're using flaw scales and shit
You feel me?
Scales and everything, that's all!
Trap phones .. six phones
We're throwing away phone ear we
Do you feel me?
You might wanna see a nigga with one phone at a time
Ain't no telling, know how we get down
Do you feel me?