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"Tears in a Bucket" is a track by Chetta, from the album War:Time, released 31st August 2018. It's filed under Hip-Hop. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Verse 1: Chetta] Riding through the Ninth Ward, smoking nine-eleven boy Heard I'm 'bout that action boy, call me cool Lil Corleone Bitch I'm throwed, always stoned, always throwed, all alone Put that on bank, put that on the gang, what you think? Woadie don't play, woadie don't think, what you think? Put that on sauce, put that in the vault, what you think? I need all that guap, I need all that change, what you think? I'm gonna be the one they call up on to serve the heat How many G’s it take to flood my safe? I'm surfing on blue cheese, what does a hot boy need? RIP hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, sheesh I need a line a day, a line of pain Been lying in a pool of shame, ashamed to be a perfect stain A stain will fade away, I can't complain I'm on an eighth a day, bitch keep your ace of spades Don't want a wraith, I need a cooling kit to cock it back and spray [Hook] Feds taking pictures of me Bitches still snitching on me Friends stay switching on me Feds taking pictures of me Bitches still snitching on me Friends stay switching on me Feds taking pictures of me Bitches still snitching on me Friends stay switching on me [Verse 2: Ta$$] T.A Two tears In the bucket, fuck it Straight up out the mud, that's whats in my cup Plus i'm off the Percocets and bud. I can't get enough Call slick, calling my plug he like he got to up the lows He grown up, my family was broke, me and my closest kinfolk Sharing shoes and clothes, had no other choice Steal kill or sell dope, got the devil on my back Ain't no angels on my shoulder, feel like im carrying a boulder All this weight up on my back, when i ain't got my drugs im sober Somebody can get smacked, rule number one fire woods to start the day, make plays the bankroll fresh every god damn day Give a fuck what a hater gotta say, long as my family straight, long as I get my pay Overcome obstacles everyday, run marathons to the K Watch your back in these trees, watch your own associates in the freeze Make sure all you're niggas eat, i got 5 of em yesterday and have zero left today, just a big biggo fat bankroll [Hook] Feds taking pictures of me Bitches still snitching on me Friends stay switching on me Feds taking pictures of me Bitches still snitching on me Friends stay switching on me Feds taking pictures of me Bitches still snitching on me Friends stay switching on me [Outro: Bankroll Fresh] Chopper in the city, I'm the motherfucking made man, ya'll pussy niggas in the middle
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