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buddy alex - quittin' rap/drake pause lyrics

[intro: buddy alex]
yo
this rap sh-t is played
it’s not even that cool anymore
we gotta start, investing in property or something
but i’m still gunna k!ll this track for now
f-ck yall

[verse 1: buddy alex & yung jizz]
white people ruined me just like they did sriracha (woo)
in school i got truancy my smell was like a rasta (dang)
i was accused of tryna nut on natasha (ugh)
but that b-tch was way too bust slobbin’ on my choppa (h-ll yeah)
now my music got them jumping like the floor is lava (ooh)
yeah, way out in europe like the slovaks (woo)
representing burly bringing gta flow back (six)
while these other rappers temping like they b.j. novak (b-tch)
i’m going harder, than applying for osap (what?)
me and yung jizz (jizz)
making a collab
we were ballin outside harder than james harden
got so many f-cking plants i might just start me a garden
got some milky white b-tches that came in a carton (glug)
one named lia, or lisa, or maybe lauren (who?)
two c0ke girls that look like kat dennings (yeah)
married to the money finna have us a wedding

[chorus: yung jizz & buddy alex both]
ay, i’m finna quit rap (woo)
im finna make an app
already making stacks (stacks)
but i thought i’d sell some hats
imma invest in some stocks
what if the stocks crash?
or maybe sell some socks
sell em on my podcast
im finna be a landlord
what do you need that land for?
for the money that we stand for
and thats for d-mn sure

[verse 2: yung jizz]
ay, it’s buddy jizz (jizz)
i know you’re wondering why the f-ck i’m on this (why though?)
after alex socked that b-tch, man i was finna see her t-ts (bruh)
but you know yung jizz had to come back
and body his buddy on his own track (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
it’s yung jizz a.k.a. school shooter (pow)
i roll up to the suburbs in my brand new scooter (skkrt)
i didn’t f-ck no teachers but i f-cked my tutor (i did)
“yung jizz fallin off?”
naw thats just a rumour (yeah)
i grow on folks like tumours
i’m as sick as farris bueller
i’m the only rapper who’s got a sense of humour (ha)
all my birds from geordie aye
gazin on my shorty aye
i’m her pop pop, i ain’t forty yeah
pop pop thats my .40 yeah
i’m the biggest meme y’all ever seen
y’all best believe i’m the new charlie sheen
snapping them pics like i snap my fingers
clapping these haters we be pulling triggers
superfinger we grave diggers
and we k!lling all y’all n-nah i can’t say that

[chorus: buddy alex & yung jizz both]
selling d-ck pills cause a b-tch want a big groin
on the low i’m getting rich off of bitcoin
i plan to start a cult that you finna join
i’m making power moves check my f-cking powerpoint
faking my own death for a government handout
dropping 10k on a brand new warehouse
so if all else fails we can liquidate it
f-ck hip hop we innovative

[verse 3: buddy alex]
been busy spitting bars since the sars epidemic
now i’m swiping debit cards and giving karma the credit
you post a picture on your twitter that took hours to edit
you flexing like you hard?
we’re hardly invested
b-tch your following is small i got my own subreddit
been adding up the funds in my basketball shorts (cha-ching)
i played badminton once now its an actual sport
i got facts to report
a little white stuff to snort (*sniff*)
with your wife on my porch
she ride my pipe like a horse, aye
me and the amigos finna takeoff (mama)
you just had an offset we got a day off
came in the game to break jaws
but we’re also sensitive so we gotta do a drake pause

[drake pause]

[verse: buddy alex]
(*crying*)
i heard once that the time was now
and the moment can’t stop us
and what we thought we had
and what we meant to be, lost us
(god dammit)
tryna find a good girl
there were times i felt, i lost you (i just want to find a girl like you)
mmh, lost up in this new world, finding what the cost is
uh, because its me, sitting here (i want to love)
talking to you…natasha
what?

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