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toohda band$ – free buddah lyrics

[intro]
ayy, turn me up, turn the headphones up some more
(oh, yo’ b+tch was on this one)
yeah

[verse]
i was broke back then, n+ggas mad that i’m rich now
tryna bag about a hundred, n+gga sit down
free pops, he was making pay, moving bricks ’round
that’s a grabba leaf, what you doing? put that sh+t down
you a laughingstock to the hoes, you a big clown
f+cking fat hoes for the money, that sh+t wild
n+ggas used to laugh, now i’m ballin’, they sick now
teacher said i wouldn’t be sh+t, i’m the sh+t now
yeah, f+ck haters, every time they down talk, they just give me motivation
it don’t happen overnight, keep grinding, stay patient
catch me at the pharm’ getting scripts like a patient
smoking big ‘woods, eyes looking like i’m asian
n+ggas mad them views low, real n+ggas know you fakin’
holdin’ work for yo’ homie, n+ggas treat you like you basic
ask tay, we was bussin’ down p’s in the bas+m+nt
real rifles in the trap, only pistols when we shakin’
i don’t need a stripper, b+tches walk around naked
i know real lean, i can taste it when i smell it
i can drive it down if you ain’t with all of that mailing
on the code, he can bag a whole p, don’t even scale it
real bag mover, if i touch it, i can sell it
i know the real reason n+gga’s mad ’cause they jealous
walk around yo’ baby mama house like i’m melvin
reaching for my chain, grab the heater, chop melt ’em
n+ggas talkin’ all that bullsh+t and i don’t feel ’em
catch me with the gangsters, i be hangin’ with the realest
all my chains on in the trenches with the k!llers
throw me in the jungle, i come out with a chinchilla
pot on the stove, whippin’ sh+t, look like vanilla
ran off with a gram, when i catch you, i’ma peel you
and free my main k!ller, if i point, he gon’ k!ll you
free my shooters

- toohda band lyrics

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