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letra de buddah bluntz - nickelus f

[chorus]
(f-ck y’all)
(i ain’t with that nonsense or that lovey dovey mess)
(i ain’t with that nonsense or that lovey dovey mess)
let me puff
this buddah blunt let me puff
this buddah blunt let me puff
this buddah blunt let me puff
this buddah blunt let me puff
(i ain’t with that nonsense or that lovey dovey mess)
(i ain’t with that nonsense or that lovey dovey mess)
let me puff
this buddah blunt let me puff
this buddah blunt let me puff
this buddah blunt let me puff
this buddah blunt let me puff
[verse 1]
i always thought that if i had my tool
then n0body could hurt me
back whеn i was just another young n-gga
everybody thought i was gonna die еarly
back when i was just another young n-gga
that was hopin’ that the cops show mercy
ounce of weed on my person
deliver sh-t, downtown, southside, workin’
we outside searchin’
for a better way
on a better day
opportunity come, but seem to never stay
but the cops ride round here everyday
just another 24, in the hood, what’s good
everything, everything my n-gga
switch my flow everyday my n-gga
zig zag through every lane my n-gga
i’m a gas station chicken eatin’ heathen
got a big-ass beard with a even steven
spend good bread for the weed i breath in
he think he street, so where you think i leave him
and i don’t need a reason
money and weed is a threesome we in
open up your eyes, you will see he’s eatin’
on a bl–dy ass steak, gettin’ green with vegans
[chorus]
(i ain’t with that nonsense or that lovey dovey mess)
or that lovey dovey mess
(i ain’t with that nonsense or that lovey dovey mess)
let me puff
this buddah blunt let me puff
this buddah blunt let me puff
this buddah blunt let me puff
this buddah blunt let me puff

[verse 2]
ayyo it’s raw out here
flip it, war out here
even soft ass n-ggas
goin’ hard out here
i know n-ggas that got like
three baby moms out here
who if he bump into you with the tool
then b-tch, you robbed out here
i like weed, and i like pills
give me all that sh-t
in the liquor store drunk
’bout to rob this b-tch
leave my haters holy ghost
bang, fall back quick
i done wrote down all your lines
you ain’t all that sick
i threw gold up on my t–th
yeah, flossed them sh-ts
got a short ass temper
and a tall ass d-ck
i’m legit
check the rep, and
check the carfax, b-tch
bottom lip, top lip
i’ll swell up all that sh-t
[chorus]
(i ain’t with that nonsense or that lovey dovey mess)
(i ain’t with that nonsense or that lovey dovey mess)
let me puff
this buddah blunt let me puff
this buddah blunt let me puff
this buddah blunt let me puff
this buddah blunt let me puff
(i ain’t with that nonsense or that lovey dovey mess)
(i ain’t with that nonsense or that lovey dovey mess)
let me puff
this buddah blunt let me puff
this buddah blunt let me puff
this buddah blunt let me puff
this buddah blunt let me puff

- nickelus f

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