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rali - buzzin lyrics

[verse i: rälï]
eenie meenie minee mo
catch a, catch a p-ssy n-gga by his toe
hang him up, k!ll him slow
make him fall like dominoes, hit the floor
tell your girl to drop it low
she know i’m star, she don’t even need a telescope to see me glow
where he go? hidey-ho? there he go
flyer than a carry-on
i live in your stereo

my cd go so hard
i pull out my baton and give her rodney king
better send her my regards

cause when i k!ll her, i end her
dismiss her and begin a different agenda

my b-tch is the realest
committed to business
committed to winning

flow on point like a straight pin
all these hoes want is some attention
but if you tryna hop on this d-ck
you gon have to shake that -ss like bisquick

[hook: rälï]
buzzin
my n-ggas be buzzin
my b-tches be buzzin
the hoes be buzzin
the club be buzzin when they see me stunting
and you haters be talking, but you ain’t saying nothing

my n-gga we
buzzin, buzzin, buzzin
the b-tches be
buzzin, buzzin, buzzin
the club be
buzzin, buzzin, buzzin
they see me stunting
you see…

[verse ii: qiayz]
team qrazy! what’s up? i know they see us
all these suckers wanna be us, but f-ck these f-cking sleepers

talking about they “qrazy”, but only know one song
team qrazy; you quote me daily
you know we gon be here long

i get repeats, and get retweets, and get quoted all on the net
these rappers like me, they wanna wife me, even dyk-s on top of that
i make cameos and do features and sing along when i rap
been a nominee, ain’t no stopping me, i ain’t even signed yet

but um, let me stop being c-cky, psyche!
f-ck it if these b-tches dislike me, right?
get used to it lil mama, i’m the hype
why these rap b-tches mad? cause sh-t, i’m alright

buzzin, like my n-gga rälï
he got a couple b-tches, so how you doing papi
yeah, we stunting, i said you couldn’t stop me
and n-gga it’s nothing, we something you be talking about cause we

[hook: rälï]
buzzin
my n-ggas be buzzin
my b-tches be buzzin
the hoes be buzzin
the club be buzzin when they see me stunting
and you haters be talking, but you ain’t saying nothing

my n-gga we
buzzin, buzzin, buzzin
the b-tches be
buzzin, buzzin, buzzin
the club be
buzzin, buzzin, buzzin
they see me stunting
you see me…

[verse iii: rälï]
carrying heroin, never marion barrying it
apparently arrogant when they swear on how fresh that he is
i’m damaging edison’s when they stare at the glare from my wrist
the carats make vegetables squint
the ice’ll make eskimos chill
i give her the devilish grin
letting her cherry get picked
i tell her to swallow my kids, cause i’m not a family man
switching positions until she ride like a chariot
talk that tough sh-t? you could get buried and carried away

my n-ggas ain’t come here to play
guerillas; all my n-ggas is ready to aim
you n-ggas is definitely lame
i can tell; cause you n-ggas be dressing the same

come down, take a photo
bad b-tches only
sin culo? that’s a no no
she wanna come with me, so she can kick it like lyoto
i’ll have her hunch-backed, till she yelling quasimodo

in the back room: n-ggas drinking, n-ggas smoking, to some loud tunes
beating p-ssy up and kissing on her tattoos
how much money do it take to make that -ss move?
make it clap boo

make it clap for a n-gga here stunting
male it clap for a n-gga getting money
and i can only f-ck with a b-tch
if she got a -ss like a pumpkin
buzzin!

- rali lyrics

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