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Young Buck Stay High

it's goin down, history baby! New Three 6 Mafia, featuring Eightball and MJG, Young Buck! It's a Tennessee thing! [Hook: Juicy J] I gotta stay high,

it's goin down, history baby! New Three 6 Mafia, featuring Eightball and MJG, Young Buck! It's a Tennessee thing! [Hook: Juicy J] I gotta stay high,

it's goin down, history baby! New Three 6 Mafia, featuring Eightball and MJG, Young Buck! It's a Tennessee thing! [Hook: Juicy J] I gotta stay high,

that motherfucker, stay crunk Front street, woah, front street, woah Front street, woah, front street, woah Front street, woah, front street, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Big trucks, big bucks

songs bitches ride around hummin? and the n-ggas stay thumpin? and the hater?s hate pumpin? got the 808?s bumpin? so the trunks stay thumpin? and the n-gga get high

my crew pop trunk in that BMW steady swang and bang on them fuckin thangs Im out the South a young G letten nuts hang I bring another young G in on this

cool young brother and just slow you roll 'Cuz your arm's too shook to have mic control See I get on the mic and jump off your case You best get out my face and stay

damned if a nigga do So watch a young mothafucka pull a trigga just to RAISE UP But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes Young nigga time to do

don't die 'fore he get to me Ride with the Luger let it go, let it fuckin' go Man if for bricks, aww shit, we be in this hoe Down 'til we die, stay high