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letra de old country buffet - sebasifas

[intro: simon]
sebas, this is doomed
this is doomed

[verse 1: sebasifas]
aye, aye, aye
hold up, wait
stop it, yuh
you stupid ass b-tch you need to knock it
cowboy jesse might finesse ye, boy don’t test me
drink it all down with my hennessy
gold plated chassis, pipe it down or it finna messy
when the magnum finds its way into yo chest, g
balenci balenci balenci balenci
ungh
jesse mcf-ck i, hop out the hay
kickin’ some ass at old country buffet
shucking corn with homies, don’t tell me it’s g-y
got the drip i make it rain, santa fe tay zonday
if you don’t got my d-mn doubloons you back too soon
uncircumcised, i f-ck a b-tch with my cocoon
cap you with the rocket, like the raccoon
i shoot up the walls like its f-cking splatoon
might skadoosh a b-tch, who tryna get hit?
doug dimmadome, she give me dome then she dip
got a bounty, you wonder why yo squad is taking cover
don’t care if she pregnant she snitch and i’ll punch her

[hook: sebasifas]
lasso, clip, slinger, prada
bang, bang, bang, nada
sit down or leave yo ass tostada, where’s your guala
matter of fact, green card check, i’ll send yo ass to allah
when i bang bang yo gang gang all the way to pyongyang yang
낮에는 따사로운 인간적인 여자 (op)
커피 한잔의 여유를 아는 품격 있는 여자
밤이 오면 심장이 뜨거워지는 여자
그런 반전 있는 여자

my b-tch is a tumbleweed
she left me

toing tang walla walla bing bang

[verse 2: jesuithan]
this part has no beat cause i used it on my wife (oof)
if they looked inside my barn i’d be in jail for life
hay-k got the choppa, gucci shoes, and bowie knife
i got ‘h-lla side b-tches and they’re all wildlife
you know hay-k keep the ak strapped
if you want some corn or pcp then you know where i’m at
ridin’ ’round with the mac out
i’ma take your horse and blow its back out
b-tch my barn doubles as a crack house
i asked my main b-tch por qué no te calmas
before i shoot her in the face with my lanzallama
me and the ranchos got sh-t bumpin’ es una fiesta
and ya sabes mi baby momma is my momma’s momma, on god
b-tch, aye

[hook: jesuithan]
i sounded with the pr-ng of my m-th-f-ckin’ hoe
my girlfriend found my horse mags and said i gotta gring-go
i hang my chain wallet just to go to the sto’
then i hop off my horse and rob el burrito
nut inside my shotgun, shoot it up my sister
k!lled my wife and rode into the sunset, i ain’t miss her
i be smokin’ on that loud, no m-th-f-ckin’ swishers
if you see me on the ranch don’t ask me for no pictures
yeehaw!

- sebasifas

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