buddh4 - wh4tch4gondo lyrics
[intro: jay2datop]
yeah, gang, look
uh+huh, uh+huh, yeah
you know how this sh+t go with the hoes
[verse 1: jay2datop]
you can’t trust ’em, my n+gga
and if you do, you gon have to pull the trigger
yeah these bihs gon try to set you up
aye, all you do is try to f+ck
like, my n+gga get a bag, stack it up
run that sh+t fast, give no f+ck
like no
we don’t really care bout yo hoe, like no
i’m just tryna stack with my bros
get the dough, yeah
i just want it up
n+ggas talkin all that sh+t, but i don’t give a f+ck
h+ll nah
no, really don’t care
n+ggas hoes, i’ma f+ck yo b+tch, pull her hair
hit it from the back, yeah, that bih gon stare
f+ck
i don’t really care
h+ll nah
n+ggas be tragic
i brought that sh+t with that magic
i got that sh+t like it’s magic
yeah, pass the b+tch to my bro, uh
he gon f+ck her for sure, uh
you n+ggas is hoes too, uh
talkin that sh+t, but you won’t shoot, nah
we gon knock you off
get a n+gga gone
hit em his head, yeah shots to his dome
bang bang, hit em up
he on the ground
he talkin sh+t, now that n+gga not around
h+ll nah
he 6 feet under, huh, yeah
we told that n+gga to [?], yeah, uh
he can’t come around no more
f+ckin on his b+tch, i got his hoe
like what you gon do
[bridge: buddh4]
like what you gon do
like what you gon do
like what you gon do, oh
[hook: buddh4]
shawt,y she wan’ f+ck me for the weekend
pour a 4 and i’m geekin
she don’t love me, she leavin
i get high for a reason
i get high every season
i get so high i’m tweakin
she don’t love me, she leavin
shawty comitted treason, on me
[verse 2: buddh4]
ridin with a chop, know i keep it on me
ridin with a glock, know i keep it on me
hit you in yo head, now you dead, homie
hit you in yo head, now you dead, on me
on me
on me, put that sh+t on me
put that sh+t on god
buddh4 from the south, keep a fishing rod
you ain’t really bout it, you a fake, you a fraud
gettin money, gettin bank
got a cup, got a cup full of drank
got a blunt, got a blunt full of stank
yeah i’m ridin down yo block in a tank
these 5.56, ain’t no blanks
hit you in the head, leave yo body stank
hit you in the head, f+ck what you think
gettin money, gettin cake
[hook: buddh4]
shawty, she wan’ f+ck me for the weekend
pour a 4 and i’m geekin
she don’t love me, she leavin
shawty comitted treason, on me
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