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letra de gomd - buddh4

[intro: buddh4]
shawty all on my d-ck
shawty-shawty all on my d-ck-d-ck
shawty all on my d-ck
shawty-shawty all on my d-ck-d-ck

[verse 1: buddh4]
i just pulled that choppa out, i watch a p-ssy back up
act up
then we pull that mother f-ckin strap up
catch up
p-ssy boy you need to get yo racks up
stack up
steady rollin all that good pack up
shoot em in the head n then skrrt off, boy that’s a wrap up
i could give a f-ck about a thot, just wanna add up
shawty tweakin, she keep askin “buddh4 what’s in that cup?”
that mudd
so much codeine, i could fill a bathtub
i jus popped a perky then i blow that b-tches back out
he jus run his mouth too much, we pop him, f-ck a tap out
i’ve been makin so much f-ckin money, i could cash out
i done took the rapper way and brodie took the crack route
i’ve been gettin money lil b-tch, i couldn’t care less
everybody love me like i’m mother f-ckin mayor west
shawty tryna get a little circlе, i don’t share percs
i’ve been off too many drugs, likе lil b-tch f-ck a d.a.r.e shirt
i’ve been countin up you kno i had to get my bands up
can’t stop
shot yo buddy, come and pick yo man’s up
stand up
racks up in my pockets, pull my pants up
ran up
on lil boy, now cops got me in handcuffs
diamonds on my body shinin bright, they all some dancers
we just pushed his wig back, now he look like he got cancer
shawty hit my line too much, lil b-tch no i can’t stand ya
ask me if i’m high, look in my eyes, and there’s yo answer
[bridge: buddh4, y2k_ra]
shawty all on my d-ck
shawty-shawty all on my d-ck-d-ck (yeah, yeah)
shawty all on my d-ck
shawty-shawty all on my d-ck-d-ck

[verse 2: y2k_ra]
aye, shawty all on my d-ck
big ass glock got a big ass d-ck, uh
d-ck got a switch, get that f-ck n-gga hit, uh
n-gga talkin sh-t, we sendin shots at his fit, uh
i’ve been stackin money, i can’t trip off no b-tch, uh
smokin on this blunt, man this sh-t got me geeked up
don’t do the talkin, b-tch i do drive-by’s, uh
pull up on that boy, now he dead, bye-bye, yuh
put that boy to rest, .40 kiss him goodnight, uh
body in the ground, but his soul sky high, uh
b-tch i do this rap sh-t on the mother f-ckin regular
n-ggas wanna beef, ain’t no time on my schedule
feelin like i’m spongebob, hit you with this spatula
bars impeccable, bars spectacular
i just took some opium, feelin like i’m dracula
that mean i’m a nightbird, ain’t f-ckin with no [?]
b-tch i’m finna blow up, finna have yo ears ringin, uh
n-ggas finna run when this choppa get to singin, uh
diamonds on my neck, b-tch it’s bright, they be blingin, uh
red beam right up on this sight, kno we beamin, uh
i don’t give 1 f-ck
i don’t give 2 f-cks
i don’t give a red, orange, yellow, blue or green f-ck
n-gga talkin sh-t, then we gon pull up, get him f-cked up
run up, mask him up
put his body in the trunk
take his body out the trunk
mask off, gun him down
p-ssy boy ain’t make a sound
choppa hold a hunnid rounds
clean fit, on my body, kno it’s really drip or drown
b-tch i’m really with the stars
i could spit a hunnid bars

- buddh4

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