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Ramirez

Buff Squad

 

Buff Squad

(album: Some Random Fye - 2016)


Dirty hoe, close range
Dirty hoe, close range
Dirty hoe, close range
Dirty hoe, close range
Pussy money, that gangsta ho
Stalking with da yalk, on this low
Good, dirty hoe, close range

Pussy money, that gangsta ho
Stalking with da yalk, on this low
Good, dirty hoe, close range
Pussy money, that gangsta
Pussy money, that gangsta ho
Stalking with da yalk, on this low

Bouta run up on him with the hellfire (boom, boom)
Pussy motherfuckers wanna trust me with gang signs
Floats in the middle of the ocean and I leave a body croak
And this weed got me choking on the blood I be soaking
Lost in the block of my city I'm closing my eyes
And I take a deep breath then I jump off the bridge
There's no going back the weights on my shoulders
And the pain on my chest and the devil exists
When I play the blade you fall to your knees and you beg for your life now you worship the grey
You fucking with piss that's locked in a cage
That's looking for flesh in murderous ways
Creep out the dungeon, I hop out the bush
Dragging your body inside of the woods
Murderers drug dealers inside my hood
Run motherfucker, be the pussy like you would

Yuh Yuh
IRS on my neck
Six digits on the check
Underground, better give me my respect
2012 I was swerving at the curb getting buck
Meanwhile, these skeleton rappers all on my nuts
I raised me, ain't nobody made me, they love what I'm saying, they love what I'm doing
Give me one more year and I turn into an OG
Know me, from the old me, bitch you owe me I let you get on me

I'm always feeling on my products I'm frequent in this spot
You speaking you ain't never been in any situation, reaching for your Glock
But I know it's fake and all these bitches sucking
I ain't got no patience for a dumb ass hoe
Who ain't giving face, and if you got a problem
We can catch a fade boy
I been getting faded xannies in my system, I've been elevated

Damn I hate this bitch, damn I hate this life
Always on the hype for hunnids', you better be ducking
I'm coming, I'm slugging some tossing sluts into buses
Bitch, I'm bringing the ruckus
Fuck is he saying I slaying, we ain't contemplating insanity
This shit is not meant for me, riding with my enemies
Hating me, sitting silent in my vicinity
Bitch, I'm a dog, bitch I'm off the leash
Murder mixed with major profits bitch cool it stop it
I got a rocket, I'll boot you to NASA
Astronaut Status, Super Future with the blammer
Hammer time damn I handle mine
Bucking butt ugly nuts suckin big musty nuts
Fuck every moment living once
Ride it or not you can ride my one

done

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