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buddha breezy – thuggery rhyme lyrics

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(chorus)
on yo block, we runnin’ around, chasing you with the chopper
c+ck the stick and blow your sh+t back, pop, you left the prosper

(verse 1)
f+ck you b+tch, suck a d+ck, i’m on my c+cky sh+t
if it’s not obvious, i be on top of it
got your b+tch all on my d+ck with that sloppy sh+t
mix the codeine with the pain when that molly hit
feelin’ like clark when i think bout metropolis
ain’t no kryptonite for me, i’m unstoppable
me and nivek on the beat, we untouchables
rip to my enemies, they vegetables
cook em up, feed em to some f+ckin’ cannibals
if you can’t beat em, try till you catch up to em
then keep on pushin’ past the f+ckin’ minimum
soon you gon’ come out on top and just spit on em
just remember, you won’t win every battle
when push come to shove, know you in for a rattle
if you fail, just get back up and resaddle
unless you comin’ for me, then i’d rethink
about what brought you here, b+tch, step out my rink
‘fore i curl yo ass and send you to the shrink
see you all in therapy, f+ck øut the scene
n+gga, f+ckin’ with me, you gon’ get your ass beat
(chorus)
on your block, we runnin’ around, chasing you with the chopper
c+ck the stick and blow your sh+t back, pop, you left the prosper

(verse 2)
i’ma get it, you gon’ split it i’ma hit it, you gon’ hit it
if i say hold it, i’ma trust you hit a couple n+ggas
throw a couple hundred, yeah, i’m talkin’ bout the triple digits
pull up on a n+gga, pop him, then i make his body fidget
twin choppers, best believe they automatic
when i’m pullin’ up to the scene, know i’m causin’ havoc
when i’m rollin’ up with edso know we reppin cali
dip a couple woods in the lean while i’m feelin rowdy
first i did a couple bumps, yeah, that white girl was dirty
then i popped too many pills, now my vision gettin’ blurry
sippin’ way too many drinks, now my body feel unst+rdy
thought i was cryin’ for help, but i guess n0body heard me
f+ck all these n+ggas, it’s jus me until the end
i ain’t even got no friends, just my bros and all the fam
and all these n+ggas cryin’ when i pull up in a benz
and i take off with your b+tch and they won’t see her again

(chorus)
on your block, we runnin’ around, chasin you with the chopper
c+ck the stick and blow your sh+t back, pop



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