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lirik lagu t-rex – buddy staxx

[buddy staxx]

move that pack like distribution
all this blunt smoke it’s pollution
it’s a f-ckin’ revolution
watch me change like evolution
uh
please don’t step to me
born for this sh-t like it’s meant to be
i want all the money
i want all the cars
want a bad b-tch sittin’ next to me

got the sauce got the recipe
gucci straight from sicily
that’s italy

what you ain’t know? -ha
what you ain’t know? -uh

got the white, yeah i got the snow
gas straight from mexico
that’s a wrap b-tch i gotta go
eyes ch-nk like tokyo

[undi$covered]

ballin’ in this b-tch, feelin’ kareem
got on this ice, bet that sh-t gleam
run up the money, plottin’ like a scheme
swerve in the rover, shoot in the beem
f-ck on yo b-tch, know she gon’ cream

go dumb off the xan and i feel like beavis
leave you so holy you can call me jesus
b-tch you know that we ain’t treeless
got ten b-tches they gon’ feel us
leave you so shocked, like salinas

what?
aye

come on hoe, sip this potion
i live life, in slow motion
beat the game imma need some lotion
shut the f-ck up with all this commotion
ten blunts deep, like a muhf-ckin’ ocean

yeah

never switch
be a monk
got all this gas
smellin’ like a skunk
forty hoes, in the back of the trunk
you know that b-tch be suckin’ my junk
smokin’ the woods, know its a chunk
yeah, aye, what?

k!llin’ this sh-t, like a carnivore
wanna hit you with that warning or
all this money economic sore
i don’t want to tarnish your name or
f-ck on your b-tch
she’s a wh-r-

[buddy staxx]

aye aye uh

i’m offa the xan, and i’m offa the addy
i f-ck on ya b-tch and that b-tch call me daddy
roll in the lambo or maybe the caddy
i see your -ss hatin’ boy, why you so mad-y?

uh
eat too much p-ssy i’m fatty
uh
kick a b-tch out now she sad-y
uh
got all this ice like a natty
uh
got a thick b-tch and she bad-y

i’m k!llin’ this sh-t, got a room in the prison
i’m poppin’ champagne and she twerkin’ and kissin’
f-ck all these labels they see what they missin’
i’m like paula dean b-tch i stay in the kitchen

aye
whatchu’ gon’ do with that purp?
aye
said whatchu’ gon do with that purp?
aye
finna put yo -ss in the dirt
uh
b-tch i’m puttin’ in work

i’m stackin this paper b-tch i got the bricks
ya b-tch hit my line cause she tryna get d-ck
she gag on my d-ck like that sh-t make her sick
pull up with a glock, pull up with a stick

uh, yeah, aye, uh, aye

b-tch my neck so icy
aye
i can’t thot no wifey
aye
mean i can’t wife no thotty
aye
forty put a hole in ya body
aye
prezi plain jane like a white tee
uh
twenty-four hoes they like me
uh
tryna talk sh-t b-tch fight me
uh
y’all switch teams like kyrie

aye aye aye – uh

please stop b-tchin’ yeah you know i’m up next
whippin’ in the kitchen like it’s f-ckin’ rough s-x
on the 6 side like a god d-mn hex
rippin’ sh-t apart like a f-ckin’ t-rex
uh

- buddy staxx

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