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    "5 Deuce - 4 Tre" Lyrics

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    I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
    Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)
    I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
    I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)
    I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
    Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)
    I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
    I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)

    I'm border, grit on that killer
    They call it Front Street, nobody know about it
    He works the concretes 'til it breaks daylight
    You see him post up in the cut, how many?
    I ain't servin' nothin' but good products
    I broke that wall, work that slang, choke that thang
    I'm talkin' 'bout 'I ain't dressin', nothin' but pain
    Keep the Chevrolet funked out
    I ain't even try to hitcha 'less y'all trunked out
    I come through, tear that thang up
    Whippin' new grain and he all glassed up
    You see us swervin' on some seventeen-nines
    Mr. F.F., I'm a stay bright every time

    I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
    Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)
    I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
    I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)
    I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
    Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)
    I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
    I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)

    Talk a dollar outta dime, drinkin' liquid lime
    Pull out sideways and leave these suckas from the line
    Over time, like Dental, seein' green with the grill
    Super clean see a gleam through the windshield

    It's everyday like the clock tick
    Hit me with some super thick up in the cockpit
    It's off limits baby, you see the hand stiched material
    Workin' the original inertial
    I'm in a coma, get he and Bean up out the trunk
    I step on stage and get the whole place crunch
    Always guarantee freind-shh y'all
    You shoulda rocked the microphone to this, y'all
    Yes sir, hold on, hold the dice
    Set these down, then I'm gone
    One more shot cause I'm on tonight
    I shook another fifty-two
    Now tell me what do they wants to do?

    I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
    Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)
    I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
    I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)
    I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
    Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)
    I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
    I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)

    I could fly these sucka ducks with the right dosage
    Now hear, bust it open, get it smokin', that's him
    Sack it up and watch it jump out the gym
    Shorty told you what it is when you come through here
    This sucker emcee say he lookin' for me
    Tell him, ain't nothin' boy, is you the police
    When I put the mic down they say they found residue
    And the laws wanna charge me for verbal abuse
    Blow smoke up out the roof, they ain't got no proof
    Six-eights, skate Decatur, them boys blue, I'm sayin'
    Go getcha ass bread, ya understand
    Man these suckers think I'm playin'
    (Man they puffin' weed)

    I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
    Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)
    I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
    I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)
    I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
    Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)
    I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
    I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)

    Five, deuce, four, tre
    Shawt, shawty
    This song was submitted on November 6th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Jim Duguid, Mathew William Benbrook, Matt Benbrook, Paolo Giovanni Nutini.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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