Lyrics:
Fake love
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I can’t do this any mo any mo I’m so stuck
Yeah I’m from the 440 where it’s cold so buddle up
Yeah
She never gave a fuck
Now she fuck with us
But I ain’t got no time
I’m tryna run it up
Trenches cold so a nigga had to buddle up
Opps
you was trouble
We stuck through the struggle
All I wanna to do is buddle and cuddle
All I wanna do is sip and see double
We was a cute couple, my
a dead man can't tell no tales,
Had him thrown from a boat with a crew and sailed.
Protect your capitol to the side got a stack or two,
Buddle's of half
Buddle the duna
Link op with me sooner
Abena make we go go go
No fanfool no fit to buy me
Back shot fit the girl not 69
Badda badda badda bitch
Make I
buddle in the middle of the night
cll of your friends Dema Dey mesmerize dem want what you have I swear
Chorus
But me I no Dey see them
Me I no Dey give
what had you in the buddles
Can't take anymore gotta break free
In a phew more years you’ll probably miss me
Living my life drinking that peach tea
Sun
der war doch vorhin auf der Toilette mit der Schnaps Buddle
Und ich Sippe an meinem Bier
Trinke nicht vor vier
Alles was ich mach ist nur das
Was
Uh!
I always thought life was funny,
I seen big glocks and money,
My homie got crops of buddles,
I’m shopping wit all 20s,
Only 18 and under,
Y’all
in the pain
Rock bottom I lay, back of my head in the mud
In a buddle o' plood, beware the sucker of blood
She'll give you dome in the car
Make you
red blur alter ego life hack
We talking what's the point?
Better get it in a (Flash)
And I'm talking bout the point
Not the buddles in the bag
Man I'm
bag
Buddle up , na iwegodi the bag
247 we dey active
Ichaka ike must survive
Anyi socha na ife ana me
Kupulu anyi anyi na ebebee
Anyi nwee business
sold you soul
Got to breaking down the gar now Your girl asking to roll
I don't care what you doing if you Not on my Centerfold
Tell the bros buddle up
at whatevea I get buddles of cheddar
This that black cloud you deserve wonderful weather
Run a few arrons(Ross)
Summers in Paris never shoppin in clearance
Every one of them
If you need me Ill be in my own bubble
Stirring up trouble add my semen maybe make a little double
Pure mutt dare anyone to re-buddle
shhh)
Gionni Gioielli cosa credevi?
Voglio una cala buddle body baby
Ho perso la ragione, voglio tutti i torti
Dovete morire voglio i vostri soldi
Milioni
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