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lirik lagu buzz – stirlin’

verse 1:
i heard n*ggas sayin that they want me, f*ck it come and get me
i ain’t holding on the stick but lately i been feelin shifty
n*ggas want me stuck in the city, like a n*gga ricky

i could roll by my enemies they 10 deep, i’m 1 deep
burry them like 6 ft
this covid season, so pretty please
ima need my 6 ft
they bust first, so ima squeeze till my clip is empty
and when it is, that’s just one round. i got bout ‘finity

godd*mn…
money? i run it up, run it up, til i can’t count it up, count it up
they cool w/ poppin the xans, i’d rather pop rubber bands
n*ggas be thinkin they fly, but idt i’ll ever land
go at yo jugular for all the bread and then b*tter it up

hook 1:
what’s up w/ the fuss? i got the drink in my cup
gettin me buzz
what’s up w/ the fuss? i got the drink in my cup
gettin me buzz
what’s up w/ the fuss? i got the drink in my cup
gettin me buzz
what’s up w/ the fuss? i got the drink in my…

verse 2:
what goes around comes around, the world’s like hula hoop
n*ggas taking shots, they bounce right off me like i’m bullet proof
i’m not a k!ller at all. but i could let some rounds off
n*ggas came from the dirt
i’m like a f*ckin groundhog

cause n*ggas live in my shadow
for two weeks i might be clouded. then after that i’m back at it
i throw her d, she’s a savage
i heard she likes to live lavish
but i would much rather sabbath
then ravage the p*ssy
she’s aggressive and pushy

man dont push me, i’m exactly where god wanted to put me
far from a rookie but sometimes i make these vets look like rookies
if i ain’t seasoned, then these rappers taste like white people cooking
naw that ain’t racist it’s just really an acute observation

man i’ve patient, but waitin turns into procrastination
so the longer you vacate in the matrix
the it’s longer takin to process information
naw don’t be mistaken
a minor complication ain’t enough to hold me from graces
you feel me?

verse 3:
do you feel me now?
i wear all these lil rappers out got em all feeling like hand*me*downs
n*ggas thought they was fly, now it’s blackhawk down
i’m a king, i’m a god
i don’t need no crown

‘cept the ones on my t**th, cause i talk so dirty
pockets on big shirley
i ain’t never worried
up bright and early
like the pretty birdie
vision kinda blurry
don’t compare me to them, they ain’t in my category

matter of fact. i’m packin the mac
but it’s not in the back of the ‘ac
it’s right where i’m at
givin’ out asthma attacks
how i’m takin they breath away
seen the devil dressed like anne hathaway

so i bent her over
i’m a dog, so she called me over like a muhh f*ckin game of red rover
so i pulled up in a red rover
boo’d up, pulled the plug, now the games over

haven’t i told you all that i am cookin up?
foot on the gas, w/ the speed that i’m pickin up
showin the ropes like a noose in the garage of bubba
hopefully you can keep up w/ the come up
words come at you like you readin a pop up
n*ggas actin, i don’t got time for drama
droppin more bombs than barrack obama
i’m in the driver seat sippin the vodka like….

- stirlin

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