JamWayne - Buck Wild

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for easy: key "-1"
 
whole song: F#m Cm
 
|Verse 1|
F#mFuck a bunch of haters.
Do your job, carry on, no apology.
Nirvana's my banali, blastin' off.
CmDitch my pistols, off to .
The ferry to the bluff, gettin' blow.
Switchin' wheels then I'm hittin' out the Astrodome.
F#mOff the dome, mind blown.
Got my chrome in my zone.
Time flows, spread my wings while I win, carry home.
CmFeed the family tradition.
Hank Williams on these mother-.
F#mSucka get it too, cut in half.
Next to nothin', I ain't bluffin' less we're ridin' hawks.
Blunts smokin' , doves ridin' shotgun.
ND chop it up.
Cm
Play a few, get Fm like Saddam gone.Hiroshima in my Beemer.
said it all.
F#mFrom the bend to the end.
Bend in the endzone.
Hail Mary, what a catch.
Get the bag, bring it home.
CmBoy, you know it's been on since I was a young buck.
Been about my business and you know I keep that thing tucked.
 
|Chorus|
F#mWild as a buck, buck, wild as a buck, wild.
I don't give a .
Talk about it, be about it.
CmNow I better pack a lunch, you work your trails on the ship.
Out to work sippin' somethin', raisin' hell when I'm in it 'cause
F#mI be wild as a buck, buck, wild as a buck, wild.
I don't give a .
Talk about it, be about it.
CmNow I better pack a lunch, you work your trails on the ship.
Out to work sippin' somethin', raisin' hell when I'm in it.
 
|Verse 2|
Fuck all y'all haters, I guess I piss 'em off.
But you know how to handle .
Just 'em 'til it's raw.
All you suckas like some Dum Dums.
Peel that wrapper off.
You so sweet inside, ain't you the one supposed to set it off?
Count your losses, here I comin' for you.
Walk it how I talk in the mouth of your main .
Fuck her till she coughin'.
Pick a coffin with some dead boys surrounded by your men.
Slaughter them, bring you back to life and kill your ass again.
Br- Bring a army where I Go and that's our money, let it go.
For all my homies, spray you up like that Armani on your coat.
To your mom, we send a note, cookin' ribbon and a bow.
Say your son was caught up slippin', snitches shit, that's all I know.
Put that coke on top the mirror, look inside, I'm 'bout to blow.
Off the roof, all that nose candy's for the hoes.
And there's plenty of them for show.
Shit, there's plenty of them boats.
Watch yourself, cuttin' corners get you smoked.
Keep that thing tucked.
 
|Chorus|
Wild as a buck, buck, wild as a buck, wild.
I don't give a .
Talk about it, be about it.
Now I better pack a lunch, you work your trails on the ship.
After work sippin' somethin', raisin' hell when I'm in it.
'Cause I be wild as a buck, buck, wild as a buck, wild.
I don't give a .
Talk about it, be about it.
Now I better pack a lunch, you work your trails on the ship.
After work sippin' somethin', raisin' hell when I'm in it.
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