Buckles Up lyrics

Artist  : Califa Thugs 
Song : Buckles Up



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[Proper Dos]
Now can bounce like a bad check even when you
have sex
I leave em crippled Frank commin triple X
Whats next from a long night of cruisin
I line em up and then I start chosen
Them firme hynas down for an all nighter
And they kick with motherf**kin wicked westsider
As we slide slide with that gangsters pride
Not a studio pimp with my girl by my side
Frank V I'm staight single, always down to mingle
Sharing is caring that's my motherf**kin jingle
You say you got a man yeah I always hear it
But see I got a plan and I can't break my spirit
So baby don't fear it cause tonight I'm bustin
you
Your man ain't with you that's what he gets for
trustin you
It's a mans world and tonight your my girl
So hit the three wheel motion and let the forth
one twirl

[Chorus]
Hold your buckles up and raise your chin to the
sky
Gettin ready to gangbang to this beat and watch
this gangster glide
2x

[Mr. Sancho]
This Califa Thug show me love with the smoke bud
Smell the aroma of this smokin marijuana
Now Imma tell you somethin while your bumpin in
your trunk in switchs
Bit*hs wantin riches but they just end up in
ditches, slash
Califa Thugs will make you mash
Take that P make you perky, leave your worries in
the past
Now it's time to get high and drunk
And make you body numb because this nights begun
 
And these Califa Thugs will show you how it's
done
From a flip of my tongue
I'm just blowin' and goin' and  knowin'
And bit*hes be knowin that I don't know
And I always be comin' for something
(?)
Kick it a while, true to my style
Low Profile kickin it a while
Thugs will make you bounce if the ladies want
A Sur Califa Thugs will make you bounce like a
Chevy '62

[Grouch]
Openin up my eyes to another sunny day
San Diego, California, simon thats where we stay
Busters, haters, disrespecters, you need to stay
away
Hustlers, Bangers, Slangers, makin' money anyway
That you possibly can cause you know that I'm
that man
With an ounce in my hand, 6-1-9 be that land
Where you get that cronic, damn
Ain't no need for push and shove
Homie show me love
This Califa Thug
Smokin all my cronic bud, buzzin off my beer
Makin' them bumpin' tracks that I know you wanna
hear
Is it so clear please don't push
So come in hear comin' in from the rear
All mest up with a suitcase
Put the car in rear, I charge in gear, I jacked a
beer
While I get away wanna hear my say wanna hear my
say
Smokin' and chokin' and puffin then takin' a hit
from a big fat J everyday

Everyday homie you know that's how we do it in
San Diego