I Guess Lyrics – BlueBucksClan
Singer: BlueBucksClan
Title: I Guess
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A lot of hoes at my show, I got the stage jumping [Stage jumping
Demons with me blowing smoke, ain’t no sage burning [Ain’t no sage
Ain’t no model here, told her that her day coming [One day
I got b#tches star struck, hoping that I say something [Hoping that I say something
Double R, I just pulled up in a hardtop [Yeah, hardtop
If I press this button, I could make the stars drop [Make the stars drop
Twenty bottles in the club, we ain’t never bar hop [Never
Twenty b#tches with us, we in Vegas at the Hard Rock [Yeah
In this black Prada shirt this m#th*rf#ck*r hard, huh?
Sitting in the newest Maybach, this m#th*rf#ck*r large, huh? [m#th*rf#ck*r large
Back wit me, I can lean on them
Sitting laughing at these n#gg#s like Steelo Brim [Like I’m Steelo]
I could always count on Tay, he got some drink on him [Yeah
If you can’t see me running sh#t, then you’re a fool, I guess [Then you’re a fool
Only f#ck with bad b#tches, I don’t do no less [I don’t do ’em
Your baby momma trash, she was in a mood, I guess
I could always count on Tay, he got some drink on him [Yeah
If you can’t see me running sh#t, then you’re a fool, I guess [Then you’re a fool
Only f#ck with bad b#tches, I don’t do no less [Yeah
Your baby momma trash, she was in a mood, I guess [She was in a mood]
Your n#gg# broke and he weird, but he cool, I guess [But I guess
Shooters with me all time, yeah, I got my soldiers [Yeah, I got ’em
Felon in the driver seat, I ain’t got no chauffer [Ain’t got no chaffer
Tryna hold this big bag, think I popped my shoulder [Popped my shoulder
She keep saying, “Leave it in”, and she want my daughter
We can do it when you show me you can walk on water [Walker on water
Keep a bad b#tch, n#gg#s always want my woman [My woman
Pull up to my show late, yeah, I’m just now coming [I’m just coming
I’m at Mr. Chow putting something on my stomach [On my stomach
n#gg#s been rapping for awhile, sh#t still not jumpin’ [Still not jumpin’
I guess you a motherf#cking fool if you don’t think we run it [You’re a fool
Where the f#ck the n#gg# with the juice? Y’all said he coming
I could always count on Tay, he got some drink on him [Yeah
If you can’t see me running sh#t, then you’re a fool, I guess [Then you’re a fool
Only f#ck with bad b#tches, I don’t do no less [I don’t do ’em
Your baby momma trash, she was in a mood, I guess
I could always count on Tay, he got some drink on him [Yeah
If you can’t see me running sh#t, then you’re a fool, I guess [Then you’re a fool
Only f#ck with bad b#tches, I don’t do no less [Yeah
Your baby momma trash, she was in a mood, I guess [She was in a mood]
n#gg#s think they f#cking with us, ya’ll could keep on hoping [Y’all can beat it
Twenty thousand for a feature and I still won’t post it [I ain’t postin’
I got famous b#tches in my DM, I still ain’t open [Nah, I ain’t open
All these n#gg#s weak as f#ck, what’s the big commotion? [I don’t get it
Or you can be my b#tch if you can dodge a bullet [Doge a bullet
Why this n#gg# never wear his chain, I think somebody took it [God damn, god damn
He don’t ever pot no flyers, I guess nobody booking
Always catch me with some good sh#t like your granny cooking
I ain’t gon’ lie when I get dressed, I really do the most [Do the most
Amiri pants, Prada coat, Marni down, holy smokes [Damn, damn
Fall asleep in my jewelry but it never broke [Never broke
On my momma, I got more blues than Spider Loc [On my momma
n#gg# said it was his b#tch but she keep on flirting [Flirting
Getting change for all these hundreds, b#tches keep on twerking [Twerking
Weak n#gg#s asking for advice, I told ’em, “Keep on working” [Keep working
f#ck the n#gg# with the juice at? My stomach hurting [My stomach
Show me all your friends before you bring ’em, b#tch, I might know ’em [Might know ’em
f#cking on this b#tch for years, this n#gg# not knowing [He ain’t knowing
Look at how my diamonds dance, I’m shinin’ bright on ’em [Shinin’ bright
I could always count on big bro to have a pint on ’em
I could always count on Tay, he got some drink on him
If you can’t see me running sh#t, then you’re a fool, I guess [Then you’re a fool
Only f#ck with bad b#tches, I don’t do no less [I don’t do ’em
Your baby momma trash, she was in a mood, I guess
I could always count on Tay, he got some drink on him
If you can’t see me running sh#t, then you’re a fool, I guess
Only f#ck with bad b#tches, I don’t do no less
Your baby momma trash, she was in a mood, I guess
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