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[New post] video – NASTY C, Lil Gotit, Lil Keed – “Bookoo Bucks”

Here is a Rap/Trap record titled “Bookoo Bucks” by Nasty C, Lil Gotit, Lil Keed… ENJOY!

South African buzzing rapper, Nasty C without wasting time releases the official music video for the song ‘Bookoo Bucks‘ which features Lil Gotit and Lil Keed. This track is taken off his new released album – ‘Zulu Man With Some Powers‘ (ZMWSP)

Watch and Enjoy the music video below

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Bookoo Buck Lyrics

[Intro]
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

[Chorus: Nasty C]
Bookoo bucks (Yeah), foreign coupe rush (Yeah)
Do too much (Yeah), shop too?much?(Yeah)
I’m too up,?I’m feelin’ a rush
Haters on hush?(Yeah), wrists so slush
I’m too up, with two sluts (High)
I’m?too?up,?give two fucks?(High)
Up the pump,?bitch what’s up? (High)
Windows up, geeked as fuck (High)

[Post-Chorus: Nasty C]
Shoot my shot, I’m hot just like I’m Kobe (I’m hot, hot)
Niggas steady talking like they know me (Ooh woah, woah)
Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh woah, woah)
Oh wee, oh wee

[Verse 1: Nasty C]
Taking shit back to my old days, yeah
Fuckin this paper, no foreplay, yeah
I can’t be caught out by no low stakes
When my name in their mouth like it’s Colgate, yeah
I’ve been running this shit up with no brakes
Nigga, get in my way and it’s road rage, yeah
Poles give that nigga pole face, yeah
Ghost give that nigga ghost face, yeah
Touch down ATL, long flight straight out that jungle (Jungle)
I walked outta customs and got to it, I don’t play about that hustle
You’ve got a bag, but this ain’t bag, yeah, this is a duffle
She got a ass, but she ain’t that bad, she need to be humble (Humble, humble, yeah)

[Chorus: Nasty C]
Bookoo bucks (Yeah), foreign coupe rush (Yeah)
Do too much (Yeah), shop too much (Yeah)
I’m too up, I’m feelin’ a rush
Haters on hush (Yeah), wrists so slush
I’m too up, with two sluts (High)
I’m too up, give two fucks (High)
Up the pump, bitch, what’s up? (High)
Windows up , geeked as fuck (High)

[Post-Chorus: Nasty C]
Shoot my shot, I’m hot just like I’m Kobe (I’m hot, hot)
Niggas steady talking like they know me (Ooh woah, woah)
Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh woah, woah)
Oh wee, oh wee

[Verse 2: Lil Gotit]
I’m in a big body, Dior my sock body (Big body)
Shooters gon’ ride ’bout me (Brrt, brrt)
Tell me what’s your location (Brrt)
Mask up, no cases (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Penthouse, no babies
Gucci down, yeah, I’m crazy
Keep sticks, got Glocks with a laser (Keep sticks)
Yeah, go hard for my people
I keep a weapon, it’s lethal
I’m runnin’ up bands like a cheetah (The bands)
Cut off your thumb, we don’t beef through no message
.223 hit him, it came out his belly (Doo-doo, doo-doo)
Flooded my mouth with [?], looking edgy
Smoke out the pack, then we sip on the extra
Bet the Maybach drive itself like a Tesla (Skrr, skrr)
Steppin’ on shit, yeah, my footprint be leather (Steppin’ on shit)
Go cop a demon, I call it the devil (Go cop a demon)
I keep some green on me, talking ’bout like relish

[Chorus: Nasty C]
Bookoo bucks (Yeah), foreign coupe rush (Yeah)
Do too much (Yeah), shop too much (Yeah)
I’m too up, I’m feelin’ a rush
Haters on hush (Yeah), wrists so slush
I’m too up, with two sluts (High)
I’m too up, give two fucks (High)
Up the pump, bitch, what’s up? (High)
Windows up , geeked as fuck (High)

[Post-Chorus: Nasty C]
Shoot my shot, I’m hot just like I’m Kobe (I’m hot, hot)
Niggas steady talking like they know me (Ooh woah, woah)
Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh woah, woah)
Oh wee, oh wee

[Verse 3: Lil Keed]
Rock to a two-four, ain’t talkin’ Kobe (Two-four)
Nigga talkin’ out his neck, I don’t even know him
Nigga talkin’ fake ass, tell a nigga to show me (Let’s go)
Spinnin’ on the block, man, lookin’ like
Black and white diamonds, Andy Griffith, I ain’t
Told her put her little bitty mouth on my tool
Say hey, hey
Went and put that Cartier watch on my wrist
Man, be nasty, we slime in a Bentley
Wishin’ to genies, my top off the ‘Ghini
I came from the bottom, she came in bikinis (Came from the bottom, yeah)
We blow the top off the opp in a minute (Baow)
Ya’ll niggas’ songs ain’t having no meanings (No meanings)
Do that lil’ slime, chop it up like zucchini (Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop)
Oh woah (Chop, chop, chop, chop)

[Chorus: Nasty C & Lil Keed]
Bookoo bucks (Yeah), foreign coupe rush (Yeah, yeah)
Do too much (Yeah), shop too much (We slatt, you digg?)
I’m too up, I’m feelin’ a rush (Yeah, yeah)
Haters on hush (Yeah), wrists so slush (Rainbow)
I’m too up, with two sluts (High)
I’m too up, give two fucks (High)
Up the pump, bitch, what’s up? (High)
Windows up , geeked as fuck (High)

[Post-Chorus: Nasty C]
Shoot my shot, I’m hot just like I’m Kobe (I’m hot, hot)
Niggas steady talking like they know me (Ooh woah, woah)
Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh woah, woah)
Oh wee, oh wee

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[Music] Nasty C – “Palm Trees Lyrics”

Nasty C Palm Trees

Nasty C – “Palm Trees Lyrics

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LYRICS

Bridge:

I’ve got jewels on me
Expensive ass shoes on me
I might have a deuce on me
Choose on me
Lil mami gone make the move on me
Don’t get no glue on me
I done gassed this hoe up, now she getting rude on me
It’s over, I’m cool on it
Death by a mutha fuckin diamond
Bet my chain looking like a noose on me
Giddy up (x3)
LA
Palm trees
All I see is
C cups, D cups, E Cups, Lean cups
Dirty money still getting cleaned up (yeah)
You could be allergic to a million other things
All I really wanna know is do you eat nuts (yeah)
My chain make em freeze up like police guns
LA
Palm Trees

Hook:
Si sike, Si Sike, Si sike
Si sike the fuck up
They done fucked the fuck up
I just buss down, you’re a busta (Yessir)
I’m a bona fide hustler
Bend a bitch over like hut, hut
In the strip club cause I love butts
Whole lotta ones getting’ chucked up

Fixed circle (x3)
Fixed
Typical ghetto kid
I rocks the grills even though I get terrible lisp
Typical ghetto kid
Might hit the shower 3 times just to switch up the fix
Don’t make me call up the pits
Somebody put one on your chest like Vicks
Got big tit chicks in the sheets (ooOooO)
I need a slit-wrist whip, suicide (boo-hoo)
I flick a bitch bean, I’m the clit guru
Rest in peace OG, nigga gone too soon
Lotta Hollywood bitches wanna fuck (Zulu)
Zulu Man
Hopping out the Nu-nu
My bitch cukoo
My bucks bukoo
You gone have a problem fuckin’ with the new school

Hook:
Si sike, Si Sike, Si sike
Si sike the fuck up
They done fucked the fuck up
I just buss down, you’re a busta (Yessir)
I’m a bona fide hustler
Bend a bitch over like hut, hut
In the strip club cause I love butts
Whole lotta ones getting’ chucked up

Bridge:

I’ve got jewels on me
Expensive ass shoes on me
I might have a deuce on me
Choose on me
Lil mami gone make the move on me
Don’t get no glue on me
I done gassed this hoe up, now she getting rude on me
It’s over, I’m cool on it
Death by a mutha fuckin diamond
Bet my chain looking like a noose on me

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