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B-Dubs

Buffalo Wild Wings (originally Buffalo Wild Wings & Weck, hence the numeronym BW3) is an American casual dining restaurant and sports bar franchise in the United States, Canada, India, Mexico, Oman, Panama, Philippines, Saudi Arabia, United Arab Emirates, and Vietnam which specializes in Buffalo wings and sauces. As of June 2017, it had 1,238 locations (625 directly owned by the company, and 612 franchised locations) across all 50 U.S. states and DC. An alternate nickname in recent usage by the company is B-Dubs. The company is operated out of Sandy Springs, Georgia, home to its parent company, Inspire Brands, just north of Atlanta. However, Inspire still maintains a support center in Minneapolis, Minnesota, the location of its previous headquarters. more »

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Ayo, I'm missin' chillin' with the crew on a summer afternoon
Smokin' chronic to the dome and sippin' on a little brew
Livin' life to the fullest
Shades on my face so you can't see my eyes while I'm rollin' up the haze
Shit, even a park bench will do just fine
Grab the Buddha and a lighter homie
Let's get high
Because I'm all about peace, love and smokin' fuckin' dope
When it comes to the homies, cause they're the ones I cherish most (yea)
You know I seen a lot of people come and go
Lotta people switched up, different lanes, different flow
Man, shit that's cool
I guess it's life but I really gotta know
How're you and how's the fam? They getting by?
This ain't directed at no one in specific
It's a thought about the ones that I been mothafuckin' missin'
But I'm still just chillin' on this mothafuckin' track
Ain't no sad story shit cause I ain't really bout that (no)
I'm gonna write some shit down
I'll tell you how I got some loyal ass homie that'll stomp ya to the ground
Or how we smokin' chronic all day, all night
Tryna get the bag right, nose to the grindstone ya know it keep us tight
You know money's motivation
Can't go on no five star vacation
Without it, life's basic
And I ain't bout that shit
Nah that's whack shit
I'm tryna get my bands up, have the mothafuckin' crowd lit
Ayo, I'm missin' chillin' with the crew on a summer afternoon
Smokin' chronic to the dome and sippin' on a little brew
Livin' life to the fullest
Shades on my face so you can't see my eyes while I'm rollin' up the haze
Shit, even a park bench will do just fine
Grab the Buddha and a lighter homie
Let's get high
Because I'm all about peace, love and smokin' fuckin' dope
When it comes to the homies, cause they're the ones I cherish most (yea)
I got a couple words to speak
Gonna spit em on this mic I gotta clear up some shit
I don't pop no pills and I don't sip no lean
I smoke chronic to the dome, shit it's a daily routine
If you don't like that, well you can kiss my ass
I don't give a f*ck about that, bitch look at my past
I've been smokin' heavy since I was like, 14
Had the bong with the Dodgers hat, feelin' hella clean
Skipping class, smoking bowls in the woods with the homie Niccy
You remember them days?
When we were hidin' out, gettin' so fuckin' baked
Just chillin', straight chillin' tryna smile through the rain
Yea?
Well, I'm still doin' that
Just chillin', straight chillin' on this mothafuckin' track
Lost the woods, kept the buds
Same vibes as way back
I'm still smokin' my weed, tryna smile through the crap
Ayo, I'm missin' chillin' with the crew on a summer afternoon
Smokin' chronic to the dome and sippin' on a little brew
Livin' life to the fullest
Shades on my face so you can't see my eyes while I'm rollin' up the haze
Shit, even a park bench will do just fine
Grab the Buddha and a lighter homie
Let's get high
Because I'm all about peace, love and smokin' fuckin' dope
When it comes to the homies, cause they're the ones I cherish most (yea)
I'm just chillin' on this track
I know I've said it before, but it's cause it's really like that
I done made it this far, so what's the point in goin' back?
I'm enjoyin' life, smokin' bud
Some might say I'm tryna get my mind right
And in reality, I'm tryna keep my rhymes tight
Elevate my flow and maybe step up in the lime light
Playin' sold out arenas
Wearing Gucci leather sneakers
That's the dream, mothafucka hopin' that I'll see it
Come true one day, wanna get to the top
Wanna drop some hot shit and see y'all mothafuckas bop
Wanna see a '64 Impala sittin' on chromes
Parked out front a big house that I be callin' my own home, yea
Yea, I know that that's a big dream
But I be wantin' this so bad that shit, I feel like a fiend
I know I gotta work hard to make a mothafuckin' stack
But for now, I'm just chillin' on this mothafuckin' track

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