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letra de way back - buffoon

[intro: lil bair]
yeah, ha

[verse: buffon & lil bair]
smokin’ pressure pack, bro gon’ have to step it back (yuh, yuh)
drip be on my body, you’d think that i got that gren attached (okay)
busted him for fakies, i’m like, ”lil homie, you sellin’ that?” (what? what? what? what?)
reloading it up ’cause this half of a sh-ll is still intact (okay)
caught a b-tch slippin’, give a f-ck ’bout how you feelin’ (huh)
count it to the ceilin’, give a f-ck ’bout who you team with (alright)
suckin’ on my d-ck, i thought that little hoe was t–thin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
cornered seven of yo mans and it’s they lives that i’ma leave with
steppin’ to me, there’s a chance you don’t survive (what?)
talkin’ all that tough and sh-t and so i rolled up with my guys (okay)
i bе beating up your shawty ’til she crossin’ up her еyes (yuh)
funny how you posin’, think we wouldn’t catch you switchin’ sides (huh? huh?)
need a they/them to put a bullet in my brain (what?)
f-ck me up, oh, f-ck me up, oh, i just wanna be insane (okay)
turn me up, oh, turn me up, i do not have nothin’ to say (yuh)
f-ck ’em while i bump cattle decapitation, oh mane
[bridge: buffoon]
i ask her if she wanted me, uh-huh
she like, “do you want a son with me?” uh-huh
i put that b-tch in her placement, i sip on liquor, no chasin’
she couldn’t handle a champ, but now i miss her b-tt naked, yeah

[verse 2: buffoon & lil bair]
so use my d-ck as a tube for gastric bypass
sick, that’s a tool, b-tch, it ain’t a life hack
drink from that pool filled with tiger nut
that paint, pop a fool that is tryna get a buy back
tryna find the time at which you cannot lie back
fill yo hair with lice and i’ll take up all the sense that’s
gon’ help you find yo way back
you cannot find yo way back
you cannot find yo way back
you cannot find yo way back
b-tch, i’m on my goat sh-t
h-rns on my head, know young buff posted
boy thought he tough ’til he snapped like a glowstick
boy thought he tough, took his paper then he folded
boy thought he tough, can’t play without a token
boy thought he tough, met binc, caught a fo’ clip
boy thought he tough, left that lil homie soulless
boy thought he tough, ’til we popped, he was toasted, b-tch (ah ha ha)
[outro: lil bair]
(laughing)
yeah

- buffoon

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