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letra de been da man - buddamac & bloodhound q50

[intro: buddamac]
where the f-ck my codeine at, you know?
n-gga been feelin’ low so much, motherf-ckers tellin’ me [?], you know?
punk-ass stay hatin’ now
gotta go through it to understand

[chorus: buddamac]
so much sh-t been goin’ on lately, i don’t know how to feel
buddamac would’ve solved your problem, murders in the hunnid mil’
all that sh-t i done gave them, different n-ggas tried to backdoor me to get near ’em
on my mama soul, n-gga, god can’t save you, i’ma place you on the shelf (fah, fah, fah)

[verse 1: buddamac]
i would’ve been crashed out and [?], but bousin and kk keep me sane
won’t snake my brother for five hunnid racks, i can’t go against the grain
i guess our loyalty ain’t the same, we spеnt that petty sh-t on drank
born alone, die alonе, don’t give no f-ck what a n-gga sayin’
ayy, nah, i’m for real, they know i’ve been the man, since bootcuts, trues and timberlands
when we was stuck off in the trenches, open field, playin’ k!ll-a-man
mama said “son, don’t think too long, you bound to overthink”
i told brodie “make sure you overk!ll them”, tell him “show ’em we ain’t playin'”
when we spinnin’ make sure i got the wheel, only my life in my hands
with a bro life in my hand, to get us home, that been the plan
fully-auto, swing fan, this b-tch too hot, he caught a 10
f-ck buddamac, they want the problem, tell ’em guys he reborn again
dracs and foreigns, got the switches, i’ma show you boys who b-tch-ass
all that gang sh-t you poppin’, ain’t no way that you repentin’
got a [?], put it in his mouth just like a dentist
all he heard was “fah” and he was finished, this ain’t no motherf-ckin’ clinic, n-gga
[chorus: buddamac, bloodhound q50]
so much sh-t been goin’ on lately, i don’t know how to feel
buddamac would’ve solved your problem, murders in the hunnid mil’
all that sh-t i done gave them, different n-ggas tried to backdoor me to get near ’em (all ’em, all of ’em)
on my mama soul, n-gga, god can’t save you, i’ma place you on the shelf (go)

[verse 2: bloodhound q50]
can’t let a n-gga get the ups on me, i’ma send his ass to jesus
high-speed chase fresh out a shootout, long live my n-gga zeeski
i’ma break bread, make sure that we all eat, you n-ggas be too greedy
left a n-gga brains on the concrete, i seen what he was thinkin’
don’t get your ass up in an uber, or your peoples gon’ be grievin’
7.62s f-cked him up, d-mn, i wish you could’ve seen him
i told my b-tch “i hope you haven’t sinned”, ’cause i’m livin’ like a demon
where the blood at? i need it
i feel like that i’m fiendin’
once the perc’ get in my system, then i’m feelin’ like a genie
she said that “q50, i love you”, but i know she don’t mean it

[outro: bloodhound q50]
b-tch
i know that you don’t mean it
that b-tch only want me ’cause i k!ll people
long live my brother, he prolly k!lled your b-tch-ass brother
keep all that

- buddamac bloodhound q50

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