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lou the human - slim buddha lyrics

[producer tag: c-cky beats]

[intro]
im tryna get more highs in my sh-t
my man thad with the points
yeah, look
yo, yeah

[verse]
i f-ck with hypochondriacs
i’m bipolar, dawg, don’t know how to act
run up in your crib, i’m in your mommy back
kick you out the b-tch and make you buy it back
i’m on a diet, fact
i only eat rappers, you trash dawg
i never seen whacker
tryna step to me
like dancing with the devil with your feet backwards
boy, you need practice
im tryna eat, fastings not me
dominoes diet, i’m fat, sloppy
i’m blastin’ mob deep
i rap like im p
smacked like manio, n-body don’t want beef
nah, i leave you dead on the spot
bruh i’m a threat to the cops
the best til’ i rest in a box
it’s my time now
a half hour p-ssed 7oclock
with a weapon to pop
b-tch, i’m actually crazy
sh-t is not a gimmick
see you tryna mimic
sh-t i find pathetic
boy, you non-existant
shout to pigeons, b-tch i’m on a plane
you just drop on reddit
took some time off
game diabetic
you wanna sweet sixteen
sh-t they ’bout to get it
whole game f-cked up
i ain’t tryna fix it
punch a rapper in his mouth
help him find a dentist
b-tch, i only smoke j like dilla
raw paper rollin’ up purple haze like k!llah
sh-t, i need a grande like miller
got your b-tch in the back, you know bae like tiller
all i really hear this b-tch say don’t
motherf-ckers quitters, they don’t really wanna smoke
motherf-ckers say they dealers, they just sniff they own c-ke
if i’m tryna do that i’ll just get my own quote
b-tch, i’m no joke
i ain’t really laughing no more
i just had a backpack lookin’ poor
now i rap in the morgue
b-tch i been dead i been in 27 club since born, gettin’ bored
y’all don’t want no more
f-ck that, y’all want war
b-tch, i’m ptsd everyday
it ain’t really ever forced
voices in my head arguing
’cause they can’t get along no more
every bar go hard
uh man my mind shaky
suicide make me feel alive lately
yeah we got it poppin’
wearing masks and sh-t
funny everybody been disguised lately
b-tch, it’s slim buddha, i’ma wig shooter
grown -ss man, just d-ck cougars
they talk sh-t but always duck the fade
i’m on matts block with my f-cking gang
(you heard that? haha)
dirty kids we was h-ttin’ stains
i grew up in the west where they was flippin’ things
i was getting lemons making lemonade
since like seventh grade i was a renogade
f-ck in the building, b-tch i renovate
world came to me when i went insane
best decision that i ever made
by the way i ain’t tryna be slim b-tch i’m tryna get fat like b-tches that say they thick
90s babies been illin since ’86
that’s really some shady sh-t
motherf-ckers don’t want it, b-tch
b-tch i’m from where they say “that’s a nice chain, run it”
motherf-ckers all mad online
bet they see me outside and the ain’t say nothing
b-tch, i never really gave a f-ck
lost the couple i had saving up
man, your whole tape lame as f-ck
i should smack your engineer for making rough
y’all –
tryna blaze it up
dawg, my life is crazy, i can’t make it up
i’m with a blonde b-tch and she fake as f-ck
but her -ss so fat that it makes it up
and sh-t i’m ’bout to f-ck
motherf-ckers say they gang
they ain’t down enough
i done k!lled so many rappers i can’t count it up
k!lled my sons before they born man thats foul as f-ck
reloading i don’t really think a rounds enough
been pressing motherf-ckers when i’m out in public
high as f-ck, screaming like i’m not loud enough
motherf-ckers say i’m crazy, i don’t doubt it bruh
i’m about it bruh
they said i need a hook
but i’m from where they hooked on drugs
crook gone thug
y’all underground
been surfaced, don’t look for subs
sh-t get no buzz, get no love
copped halves weekly
while you gettin’ your dubs
in debt with your plug
i don’t ever show love
sh-t crack, hugh rack
i’m forever doped up
you should get a nose plug
there was never no f-ck that i ever really gave
i done gave ’em all up
i ain’t ever sober
sippin’ no cup
i was getting roll up
flows getting to’d up
i done flippin’ blowed up
motherf-ckin’ like what? yeah
i been fighting dirty like f-ck fair
was a youngin’ in the hood, gettin’ jumped yeah
told myself i’d never be stuck there
now i’m out b-tch
on that loud sh-t
still the same lou that you found him
west brighton sh-t, that’s my town b-tch
who the f-ck said i don’t put it down b-tch

[outro]
you hear that gunshot?
that gunshot is so perfect
shout out to the dude that put that there
i’m still recording, shout out to your mom

- lou the human lyrics

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