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letra de society. - buffoon

[intro: lil bair]
okay
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
phew, phew, phew, phew

[verse 1: jolly]
ghost type, h-lla spooky when i move (what?)
big bands, new crib, keep a ratchet when i cruise (yeah)
watch these n-ggas get to yappin’ while i’m countin’ up my goo (for real?)
i been coolin’ on the low ’cause i ain’t got sh-t to prove, uh (nah)
the polter tucked, i don’t need me a mop (yeah)
he talkin’ reckless, f-ck around and end up under like spops (end up under)
i got a baddie in the mansion tryna donate some top (d-mn)
i’m a young ghost hunter here to round up the opps (round up)
who really want it? got a lil’ sum for everybody (yeah, huh?)
we off schedule, i ain’t really plan to catch a body (no)
she lemme hit, you best believe i’m tellin’ everybody (e’rybody)
i don’t plan on being decent, she gon’ have to hear about it (huh?)
anyone can get it, got these p-ssies feelin’ stressed out (ooh)
hop in any whip, you best believe that b-tch a press start (press start)
i don’t f-ck with tesla, sh-t be glitchin’ like a desktop
been about my money, you stuck workin’ at a desk job, p-ssy

[verse 2: cc buffington the very 1st]
b-tch juked
slidin’ to the left and to the right, no use
know that i be ridin’ with my guys, they juiced
throwin’ up the number before five, them views
skyrocketin’, yo b-tch gon’ get provocative (uh, uh, uh, uh)
when i’m up in the buildin’, it’s the dollars that i’m pocketin’ (dollars)
cc f-ckin’ buffington, i’m here to make deposits of (god d-mn)
all these f-ckin’ benjamins that i just stuffed and wadded in my pocket
gang rollin’ like a caucus, bagged a b-tch that’s way too pompous (money, yuh)
if i’m honest, if your name is mentioned its derogate
b-tch, i stunt
don’t gotta yap, i get syem pics of c-nt
shawty got ass, i still hit from the front
walk in the thrift and i get what i want
[verse 3: lil bair]
batter batter up, you a b-ttercup, f-ck it up (yuh, yuh)
when i tie em up, never gave a f-ck, send ’em up (yuh)
better keep it hush, better keep it shut, shut ’em up (what?)
keep on actin’ tough and you’ll see what’s up, turn me up
i put the playstation 4 controller up in her p-ssy (brrt, brrt, brrt)
put a ski mask on, robbed a subway just for some cookies (okay)
like a beanbag, she on my n-ts-ck, she gave me cooties
i don’t need that, replaced her with ai, now she a yumi, uh, uh (yumi, yumi)
if you don’t like me, then sue me (sue me)
i got a b-tch from the groupies, she ate me up like a two piece (two piece)
and now she sendin’ me nudies, and, man, she makin’ me loony (loony)
i dined her up, i’m a foodie, and now i feel like a new me (ugh)
i feel like a whole different person (different)
i know it all; it don’t stop me from learnin’ (don’t stop me)
despite all that, been the same guy since sermon (same guy)
put a shy guy in thigh highs, i feel like i’m turnin’ (shy guy)
uh, uh, i’m turnin’ back into a bad man
i’ll womanize her up and then throw her in the trash can

- buffoon

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