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malik brown - taste buds lyrics

hey

yeah

(n-gg- they should’ve kept it as powder!)

(verse 1)
boy i hustle like its rent day
but i can’t tell you when the rent due
all the plugs call me sensei
i chop it like engineer do
woah woah
taz comin wit jiu jitsu
o comin wit a pistol
bd comin wit a pole too
last time was a upset
this time it’s a issue
you ain’t even have to starve yet
you don’t know what i been through
woah woah
yeah n-gg- i need all that
red stripes on my gym shoes
red bull on my ball cap
yea n-gg- i need all that
d-mn fadah think he all that
i don’t say it till yo b-tch say it
hit her once and i fall back
when i’m dry ima call back
she gone answer when i call back
woah woah
i can’t tell you what to call that
i can tell you how to get paid
smoked a whole o up in the a
smoke a whole o up in a day
why they call yu fadah anyway?
crack rock on my tastebuds
i spit and you smoke good
you a fiend up to no good
coming back cause the dope good

(chorus)
make sure you come show yo presence when you see me n-gg- (heyyyyyyy)
i got children and they fathers trying to be n-gg- (heeyyyyyy)
if that wagon full of phonies bet you squeeze in n-gg- (heyyyyyyy)
if that wagon full of phonies f-cking leave me n-gg- (heyyyyyyy)
make sure you come show yo presence when you see me n-gg- (heyyyyyyy)
i got children and they fathers trying to be n-gg- (heeyyyyyy)
if that wagon full of phonies bet you squeeze in n-gg- (heyyyyyyy)
if that wagon full of phonies f-cking leave me n-gg- (heyyyyyyy)

(verse 2)
if it’s not about a big buck
i ain’t even for the big talk
she like it better when i’m p-ssed off
i f-ck her better when i’m p-ssed off
we learned how to turn them lights on
when they came and turned them lights off
clap on baby clap off
wax on baby wax off
you ain’t tough b-tch you act soft
and i heard you put ya mans up
going broke get them packs off
bring it back and run them bands up
woah woah
we just tryna run them bands up
soldier comin wit the mask off
everybody put ya hands up
they tell the realist n-gg- stand up
stood up and stood in the chair
put my right hand on my d-ck
put my middle finger in the air
crack rock on my tastebuds
i spit and you smoke good
yu a fiend up to no good
coming back cuz the dope good

it’s fadah

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