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letra de wh4tch4gondo - buddh4

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[intro: jay2datop]
yeah, gang, look
uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
you know how this sh-t go with the hoes

[verse 1: jay2datop]
you can’t trust ’em, my n-gga
and if you do, you gon have to pull the trigger
yeah these bihs gon try to set you up
aye, all you do is try to f-ck
like, my n-gga get a bag, stack it up
run that sh-t fast, give no f-ck
like no
we don’t really care bout yo hoe, like no
i’m just tryna stack with my bros
get the dough, yeah
i just want it up
n-ggas talkin all that sh-t, but i don’t give a f-ck
h-ll nah
no, really don’t care
n-ggas hoes, i’ma f-ck yo b-tch, pull her hair
hit it from the back, yeah, that bih gon stare
f-ck
i don’t really care
h-ll nah
n-ggas be tragic
i brought that sh-t with that magic
i got that sh-t like it’s magic
yeah, pass the b-tch to my bro, uh
he gon f-ck her for sure, uh
you n-ggas is hoes too, uh
talkin that sh-t, but you won’t shoot, nah
we gon knock you off
get a n-gga gone
hit em his head, yeah shots to his dome
bang bang, hit em up
he on the ground
he talkin sh-t, now that n-gga not around
h-ll nah
he 6 feet under, huh, yeah
we told that n-gga to [?], yeah, uh
he can’t come around no more
f-ckin on his b-tch, i got his hoe
like what you gon do
[bridge: buddh4]
like what you gon do
like what you gon do
like what you gon do, oh

[hook: buddh4]
shawt,y she wan’ f-ck me for the weekend
pour a 4 and i’m geekin
she don’t love me, she leavin
i get high for a reason
i get high every season
i get so high i’m tweakin
she don’t love me, she leavin
shawty comitted treason, on me

[verse 2: buddh4]
ridin with a chop, know i keep it on me
ridin with a glock, know i keep it on me
hit you in yo head, now you dead, homie
hit you in yo head, now you dead, on me
on me
on me, put that sh-t on me
put that sh-t on god
buddh4 from the south, keep a fishing rod
you ain’t really bout it, you a fake, you a fraud
gettin money, gettin bank
got a cup, got a cup full of drank
got a blunt, got a blunt full of stank
yeah i’m ridin down yo block in a tank
these 5.56, ain’t no blanks
hit you in the head, leave yo body stank
hit you in the head, f-ck what you think
gettin money, gettin cake
[hook: buddh4]
shawty, she wan’ f-ck me for the weekend
pour a 4 and i’m geekin
she don’t love me, she leavin
shawty comitted treason, on me

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