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buddah g - like ike lyrics

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[intro]
gang
p+town, money gang
gang
free rico
ayy

[verse 1]
i play these hoes like a sega
wrap your homie in a vega (gang)
that’s your b+tch, imma slave her
no hero, won’t save her
all this lean in my soda
push the snow, minnesota
street n+gga, i’m a soldier
you n+ggas flashing, i don’t know ya
f+ck fame, i don’t need it
that’s your hoe, you can keep her
n+ggas plotting, yeah i peeped it
trigger happy and i’m geekin’ (rrraaa)
i got the sauce and i’m drippin’
can’t eat a meal that i’m missin’ (nah)
shoot a n+gga like i’m pippin
only the import i’m whipping
[chorus]
smack a hoe like i’m ike (gang)
shoot an opp on sight (rrraaa)
shawty do hits off the bike
balling out and they calling me mike (gang)
smack a hoe like i’m ike (boom, boom)
shoot a opp on sight [rrraaa)
shawty do hits off the bike
balling out and they calling me mike (gang)

[verse 2]
ran up the check and i’m flexin’ (flexin’)
big body like a texan (ayy)
all of this money, no stressin’
flame a n+gga like tekken (boom)
tote tag, it may be bluffin’
all of my n+ggas for nothin’
no twelve, we ain’t cuffin’ (nah)
no gp, no frontin’
money really over everything
hulk sh+t, all i see is green (gang)
your b+tch whiny, tryna do the team
up and down like a trampoline
no, i never need a b+tch
only that ice on my wrist
baby nina on my hip (rrraaa)
yeah, this burger make you flip
[chorus]
smack a hoe like i’m ike (gang)
shoot an opp on sight (rrraaa)
shawty do hits off the bike
balling out and they calling me mike (gang)
smack a hoe like i’m ike (boom, boom)
shoot a opp on sight [rrraaa)
shawty do hits off the bike
balling out and they calling me mike (gang)

[verse 3]
board a opps in the swisher (gang)
your b+tch trying to take a picture (nah)
if i take her, you won’t miss her (no)
no kissing, b+tch, i’m a hitter (ayy)
all these guns, call me rambo
glock burning in my hand, bruh (rrraaa)
shoot a n+gga out his sandals
they saying buddah g the man, hoe
fake belts, we ain’t saying they’re real
only time you a goon off a pill
drinking the ack and i’m poppin the sill
mclaren’s the coupe, my wrist is on chill
light a candle in a dark room
i’ll draw you out like a cartoon
all of these poles like a barstool
[?] keep it to ’em
[chorus]
smack a hoe like i’m ike (gang)
shoot an opp on sight (rrraaa)
shawty do hits off the bike
balling out and they calling me mike (gang)
smack a hoe like i’m ike (boom, boom)
shoot a opp on sight [rrraaa)
shawty do hits off the bike
balling out and they calling me mike (gang)

[verse 4]
moving the rock like i’m jay+z (ayy)
n+ggas be acting real shady
i’m with yo’ wife and she pay me
f+cking her, that’s on the daly (gang)
columbia with the plug
fill your ass up with slugs
f+ck 12, i won’t budge
middle finger to the judge (f+ck 12)
catch my shorty on the news
and they out here all in trues
they ask us on the prove
catchin’ em bodies, that’s all in twos (in twos)
got your b+tch and we smash her (ayy)
you want a book and you bash her (gang)
i got the clout, just ask her
threw her for the fame, we calling you actor (nah)

[chorus]
smack a hoe like i’m ike (gang)
shoot an opp on sight (rrraaa)
shawty do hits off the bike
balling out and they calling me mike (gang)
smack a hoe like i’m ike (boom, boom)
shoot a opp on sight [rrraaa)
shawty do hits off the bike
balling out and they calling me mike (gang)



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