buddy – ain’t sweet lyrics
[intro]
no brick, i gotta get point
ayy
[chorus: buddy]
this sh+t ain’t cheap (cheap)
n+gga, this sh+t ain’t sweet (sweet)
she mad her n+gga ain’t me (ain’t me)
he soft, that n+gga ain’t street (eugh)
who want beef? (beef)
got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (got cheese)
og’s only smoke og (yeah)
f+ck your blunt, that sh+t ain’t weed (eugh)
[verse 1: buddy]
your sh+t ain’t hot, it’s cold (it’s cold)
that b+tch ain’t new, she old (she old)
that n+gga ain’t rich, he broke (he broke)
not feelin’ it, no
my sh+t ain’t clean (clean)
it’s dirty (dirty), she dirty (dirty)
she’s thirsty (thirsty), reversed it (reversed it)
she twerkin’ (twerkin’), she perfect, ayy
[chorus: buddy]
this sh+t ain’t cheap (cheap)
n+gga, this sh+t ain’t sweet (sweet)
she mad her n+gga ain’t me (ain’t me)
he soft, that n+gga ain’t street (eugh)
who want beef? (beef)
got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (got cheese)
og’s only smoke og (yeah)
f+ck your blunt, that sh+t ain’t weed (eugh)
[bridge: buddy]
i’m ’bout to roll this motherf+ckin’ blunt
all of these hoes keep hittin’ me up
we mixin’ potions down in the dungeon
all of this money, still never enough
[verse 2: 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 gettin’ 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 he+rs+
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
[chorus: buddy]
this sh+t ain’t cheap (cheap)
n+gga, this sh+t ain’t sweet (sweet)
she mad her n+gga ain’t me (ain’t me)
he soft, that n+gga ain’t street (eugh)
who want beef? (beef)
got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (got cheese)
og’s only smoke og (yeah)
f+ck your blunt, that sh+t ain’t weed (eugh)
[bridge: buddy]
i’m ’bout to roll this motherf+ckin’ blunt
all of these hoes keep hittin’ me up
we mixin’ potions down in the dungeon
all of this money, still never enough
i’m ’bout to roll this motherf+ckin’ blunt
all of these hoes keep hittin’ me up
we mixin’ potions down in the dungeon
all of this money, still never enough
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