Lyrics:
"BUDDY!"
"Sorry Buddy"
"Save me some Buddy!"
"Buddy I said I was sorry!"
"That's ok Buddy"
[Two more guys enter]
"Hey Dude!"
"Hey Buddy
"I wanna score goals"
The coach said, "Buddy, remember your role
The fast guys get paid, they shoot, they score
Protect them, Buddy, that's what
to do no time —if all he sale is zips
Getting buddy buddy with him met him through a chick
He ask him what the lit read I'm tryna get a hit man it's rough
of me?
"Wow buddy, wow buddy"
That ain't what it sound to me
They ask me how I'm doing today
I just say I'm doing okay
When I been doing great
But that
Santa baby, slip a Rolex under the tree
For me
I've been an awful good guy
Santa buddy, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa buddy, a sixty
Blue Cyclone, Oooh
Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights
just the way I ball man
Cocaine ounces
Blue and yellow wristband
Chain look iceland
Watch my breitling
Niggas think ice can
Gucci think island
chick can buy my wedding ring
Suit and tie, i'm super size
No puppy eyes, no pity please
On my guys, make water wine
That shit divine, they envy me
Look
the blue if you wanna clue
Otherwise I can't accommodate you
Listen to you is my business
Hope that you gettin the jist
Payed to produce and to mix
a pimp
Buddy Roe
What is this shit about you on the rag?
You wants to lag in my pad with my cash before I get that ass, ya dig?
You
living and all of the changes he's been through
Sweetheart, I'm talking about my buddy 'cause I don't want to wind up blue
I could be happy with you only
the day they argued
Over how he'd be recorded
"Hand over that guitar, amigo
Give it to that session guy"
And Buddy said "Pat, That'll be
The Day that I die"
buddy fly on
Fly on fly on little buddy fly on
Million little fireflies twinkling every night
The same feelings I hide as the night passes me by
Sometimes
that day I got hit with a curse
Life don't care and your boy had to learn
Know a paramedic by his first name
What you know about spitting out blood man?
Oh boy, It's hard to wait anymore
Prayed for patience then my momma told me wait on the Lord
I might have thought I should have made it by the way I
And I'll know it's time to leave
With my drinkin' buddy
She's got tight blue jeans, uh huh
Long blond hair
And she's a cowboy's dream
She can knock
These Niggas off one perc
Two perc
Pressed perc
Blue perc
Buddy acting Tee'd up
Put him onna T shirt
My family call me Vaughn
But she a hoe
So I
bedroom
Nuff money buy car by deh twos
One red n deh other dark blue
New money all deh hundreds blue
New pussy n it wet like soup
New chain n me buy a new
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
There was a showdown at high noon reputations on the line
It was the good guys and the bad guys I was eight and he was nine
And I forgot to keep my
buddy to dance
I said, "Jim, don't do it, there's something missing
There's fellers dancing and fellers kissing
There's a feller in high heeled shoes
can't say by to y'all
You sound stupid as hell if you think Eli fighting y'all
New bitch mean as hell she won't even say hi to y'all
Hundred blues in my
Alright
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
I got a buddy livin' out in Jacksonville
In love with a woman with looks to kill
He called me outta the blue just
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