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Buddy

Ain't Sweet

 

Ain't Sweet


[Intro:]
No brick, I gotta get point
Ayy

[Buddy:]
This shit ain't cheap (Cheap)
Nigga, this shit ain't sweet (Sweet)
She mad her nigga ain't me (Ain't me)
He soft, that nigga ain't street (Eugh)
Who want beef? (Beef)
Got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (Got cheese)
OG's only smoke OG (Yeah)
Fuck your blunt, that shit ain't weed (Eugh)

Your shit ain't hot, it's cold (It's cold)
That bitch ain't new, she old (She old)
That nigga ain't rich, he broke (He broke)
Not feeling it, no
My shit ain't clean (Clean)
It's dirty (Dirty), she dirty (Dirty)
She's thirsty (Thirsty), reversed it (Reversed it)
She twerking (Twerkin'), she perfect, ayy

This shit ain't cheap (Cheap)
Nigga, this shit ain't sweet (Sweet)
She mad her nigga ain't me (Ain't me)
He soft, that nigga ain't street (Eugh)
Who want beef? (Beef)
Got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (Got cheese)
OG's only smoke OG (Yeah)
Fuck your blunt, that shit ain't weed (Eugh)

I'm 'bout to roll this motherfucking blunt
All of these hoes keep hitting me up
We mixing potions down in the dungeon
All of this money, still never enough

[Matt Ox:]
Hold up, got my doors up
Rolls up with the window up
Hop in the Rover, no I don't know ya
Diamonds get colder, my neck on frozen
I got my own bucks, no, I don't owe ya
He rat on everybody, and I been told ya
I'ma catch blow up, blow up, blow up
Your pockets getting lower, lower, lower
Right what I told ya, I get my dough up
That boy a folder, no, he don't know us
Your money move slower, you gotta get closer
You burn like a toaster, hop at the roasker
I'ma just go first, in no hearse
I don't know her, but she got posters
She want me to post her, she want me to go flirt
But I know she just want cash up in her purse

[Buddy:]
This shit ain't cheap (Cheap)
Nigga, this shit ain't sweet (Sweet)
She mad her nigga ain't me (Ain't me)
He soft, that nigga ain't street (Eugh)
Who want beef? (Beef)
Got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (Got cheese)
OG's only smoke OG (Yeah)
Fuck your blunt, that shit ain't weed (Eugh)

I'm 'bout to roll this motherfucking blunt
All of these hoes keep hitting me up
We mixing potions down in the dungeon
All of this money, still never enough
I'm 'bout to roll this motherfucking blunt
All of these hoes keep hitting me up
We mixing potions down in the dungeon
All of this money, still never enough

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