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Young Buck Black Gloves

his throat Bet he won't talk no more Black gloves, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next Black gloves, black mask Black shirt, black

his throat Bet he won't talk no more Black gloves, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next Black gloves, black mask Black shirt, black

throat Bet he won't talk no more Black gloves, black mask Black shirt, black pants Blue steel, blue vest He dead, you next Black gloves, black mask Black shirt, black

m aimin' a - automatic find a bitch I'm hangin' up Protainin' up, boss strangler, better save my mother Flat packs will end as brothers - the bloody covers Bloody gloves

What up kid? I know shit is rough doin' your bid When the cops came, you shoulda slid to my crib But fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done

the click Wind me up nigga then gimme some lips So I can talk about ya faggot Niggas aint no thugs While im at it tell Young Buck gimme some white gloves

Verse One: what up kid? i know shit is rough doing your bid when the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib fuck it black, no time for looking back it

got, me nine to my side So me bust, flick, cause he don't give a fuck and me don't give a fuck And all my problems end with that BUCK BUCK [Snoop Doogy

the click Wind me up nigga then gimme some lips So I can talk about ya faggot Niggas aint no thugs While im at it tell Young Buck gimme some white gloves