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letra de buffet - kenny casanova

[intro]
dre: “what’s wrong george?”
george: “do you ever feel like it’s time to stop living up here and start living down here?”
dre: “no, but what if we stop living over here and move over there?”
kev: “sh-t! my aunt shaniqua used to live over there. but that b-tch got evicted though.”
dre: “what for?”
kev: “mice!”
dre: “mice? i thought she had rats.” (f-ck the bullsh-t, drip me like the pulpit)
kev: “no n-gga rats are outsidе, mice are inside.” (n-ggas nеver listen, money over b-tches)
dre: “yo but what if a mouse goes outside? does it become a rat? and if a rat stays in the house is it a mouse?” (f-ck the bullsh-t drip me like the pulpit)
kev: “no i never seen a mouse outside.”
dre: “that’s because it’s a rat fool!”
(n-ggas never listen n-ggas nev- nev- nev-)

[chorus]
i don’t do deals
this ain’t a drill
she want a pimp
i want a mil
icy my chain
icy my grill
i see tha drip
penny, o’neal
i got the ricks
n-gga you flip n-gga you flip
i got the rafs
n-gga you flip n-gga you flip
[kenny casanova]
you got tha phipps?
n-ggas so broke
smoke til i choke
under the boat
rise out the water like jason your ho
pockets get tight and the paper don’t fold
i get the “shee” out the ivory coast
i get the keys and the viper gon’ float
she from the d
she put me on now i’m ready to eat i get rudy’s to-go
dumb on a beat now my n-ggas move slow
d-mn that sh-t stink i just broke off my nose
boy i get geeked then i can’t phone home
call emt we restart in the morn’
new afro sheen i just barry’d the gordy
shawty see me and she think that i’m gorgeous
b-tch i’m a star i don’t think that i’m dormant
i’m off the map i just switched from the cordless
yeah she tweety
tweety bird
i’m sylvester
from texas
like megan
i might rig an election
mix tha p-ssy up like nesquik
you might mix me up with a bad b-tch
but the fact is, i’m a bad b-tch
fly out to the islands fried cabbage
i’m about to move into a mansion
[chorus]
i don’t do deals
this ain’t a drill
she want a pimp
i want a mil
icy my chain
icy my grill
i see tha drip
penny, o’neal
i got the ricks
n-gga you flip n-gga you flip
i got the rafs
n-gga you flip n-gga you flip

(okir)
(okir)
(okir)
[okir]
drugs from the flip
i need some bills
drink like a fish
i need some gills
i need a pint
make sure its sealed
i want that b-tch
i like her build
king with the flow
i make a mil
hurt that ho feelings she in her feels
rollin’ some dope smokin’ da k!ll
colorful pack it’s all purple and teal
orange and white thats the pills in my pack
slippin’ on juices i sip in tha back
choke on me good like the cinnamon challenge
if it feel good then i’m giving my addy
say she from texas she like it big
okay i’m shock i’m like an eel
i got tha sauce she eat it like ribs
i hit it first i’m callin dibs
flex on a b-tch [?] with say she ain’t nut asked me can i finish it
no
oh you got bars theres unlimited calls with tha sh-t and i’m tryna get rid of it
watch me go dumb like an idiot i only got mouth cause the girl on her period
lookin’ at me all serious this ain’t a joke but ya boy ’bout to kid again
[chorus]
i don’t do deals
this ain’t a drill
she want a pimp
i want a mil
icy my chain
icy my grill
i see tha drip
penny, o’neal
i got the ricks
n-gga you flip n-gga you flip
i got the rafs
n-gga you flip n-gga you flip

[hotboi skullie]
(hotboiii)
nine milimeter
under my garments
hotboi a problem
these n-ggas harmless
he run up to catch karma
broke boy im not fond of
blowin’ pressure out of my apartment
she get d-ck no cc or prada
watch from tha sideline n-gga im ballin’
watch from the sideline n-gga im ballin
big ol’ racks
big ol’ folder
binder boi that boi a folder
even in the p-ssy hot boi tha coldests
they talked terms i know he told em
i dropped outta class wit a trap diploma
i’m off gas i ain’t got no rollers
my stick got nuts like tote no scr-t-m
i’m connected for-real i’on’ need no modem
you on the same ol’
been broke the same ol’
i ain’t playin’ the game on
i’m a hunnid no cut on it
no cut no payroll
i make this sh-t look easy
i’m loadin’ that clock with peace
i’m stuffin’ her throat with my weed

[outro]
kev:”d-mn you might’ve made a fact right there”

- kenny casanova

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