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buddha men - ketchy the great, ralfy the plug & sietegang yabbie lyrics

[chorus: ketchy the great]
buddha man tatted on my face like i’m religious
these amiri jeans, ain’t no f*ckin’ true relgions
rollie bust down, it got 40 pointers in it
and this pack’ll turn a p*ssy n*gga to a gymnast
thirty bands on me, i just got up out of prison
[?] hoes with me like my name saint nichloas
all this water on me, you would think a n*gga swimmin’
and i’m off the mud, still poppin’ them prescriptions, ayy

[verse 2: ralfy the plug]
the b*tch said she bring me like how i drip and splash
in every season, i be draped in expensive fabrics
she gon’ catch the holy ghost when i get to stabbin’
diamonds hit the lights tweakin’, they schizophrenic
mix the wock’ with the tus’, b*tch, i’m sippin’ magic
b*tch, you broke and disgustin’ to sit in traffic
i’m with the gang and we totin’ them whatchamacallits
a n*gga play with me, he gon’ end up like whatchamacallit

[refrain: ralfy the plug]
fresh up out the pen’ and i’m tryna blow her back out
free drakeo, he ain’t do nothin’, he’d be back out
fresh up out the pen’ and i’m tryna blow her back out
free drakeo, he ain’t do nothin’, he’d be back out, the plug
[chorus: ketchy the great]
buddha man tatted on my face like i’m religious (uh*huh)
these amiri jeans, ain’t no f*ckin’ true relgions (what the f*ck?)
rollie bust down, it got 40 pointers in it
and this pack’ll turn a p*ssy n*gga to a gymnast
thirty bands on me, i just got up out of prison (big racks)
[?] hoes with me like my name saint nichloas
all this water on me, you would think a n*gga swimmin’
and i’m off the mud, still poppin’ them prescriptions, ayy

[verse 2]
ayy, b*tch, stop calling me
this yercocet callin’ me, [?] keep callin’ me
my ice keep drippin’, i know it’s twisted in the atmosphere
i can smell a f*g there, this a renegade in my ear
this b*tch keep pointin’ at my ears ’cause i got pointers in my ears
[?] all the roof ’cause lately i just [?]
my b*tch got a fake id, and frontin’ they refuse on [?]
my b*tch got the cooties, my b*tch self say s*x, uh, huh
billie eye rockin’, uh, got latino stop it, uh
out of pocket knockin’, uh, yercocet poppin’, uh
like a b*tch [?], pockets on wasabi
i’ma really shoot n*ggas in the pinky, i ain’t talkin’ on young money, ayy

[chorus: ketchy the great]
buddha man tatted on my face like i’m religious (uh*huh)
these amiri jeans, ain’t no f*ckin’ true relgions (what the f*ck?)
rollie bust down, it got 40 pointers in it
and this pack’ll turn a p*ssy n*gga to a gymnast
thirty bands on me, i just got up out of prison (big racks)
[?] hoes with me like my name saint nichloas
all this water on me, you would think a n*gga swimmin’
and i’m off the mud, still poppin’ them prescriptions, ayy
[verse 3]
bossin’ up with lemon chicken, know it’s benny hibachi
might knock your b*tch off fig while i’m sippin’ on wocky
good drank in my cup, i don’t f*ck with no roxies
i’m at the top of the top, can’t let no broke b*tch top me
keep your head, i want bread, rather have my loaf sloppy
knocked a n*gga for his b*tch, now he won’t stop callin’
i’m forever in the league, b*tch, i won’t stop ballin’
and i’m always in the game like my last name spalding
last time that i checked, a broke b*tch i don’t need
like a bad*ass headache or a pack with some seeds
you other n*ggas might be playin’ but it ain’t a game to me
i need cash, i’m the man, b*tch, i charge for my p’s

- ketchy the great ralfy the plug sietegang yabbie lyrics

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