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wg buul - buulfiniti lyrics

new whip
witta nice tint
it’s white
like the b+tch ridin my sh+t
she suckin the meat off me like imma rib
makin a mess so i getchu a bib
started the trend and you hoppin the ship

givin me top
while i drive
up top
givin me five
makin me feel alive
as i drive

witta new kinda high
off the molly and the weed
see the real in my eyes
finna pop me bean
when i’m rollin up gas
sh+ts singing like queen
witta demon in my eyes
tryna sip n get td
gotta women in my eyes
claimin shе a diety
it ain’t clear to me
what i’m rеally tryna be
sike
i’m tryna be b u u l
i’m tryna be buul baby can’t you tell
smokin on purpa
callin it murda
oval office
comin in topless
don’t come
if you ain’t gonna top this
f+ck a cop
b+tch you ain’t gonna stop this
f+ck it
go head go head watch this
gettin td offa the ciroc
tik tok sounda the clock
tik tik sounda the thots
my sh+t bump to the lot
like travis scott with the scotts
scotty too hotty he cuttin up blocks

when i’m at the top need a 10 to gimme top
10 racks comin back
as 10 bows of thrax
smokin zig zag
gotta fat ass like my bag
gotta flat ass but at least she gotta rack
back at the pad an back at the sack
back in again
like back yard again
got me a plan
fore i got in the jam
sh+t go pop
like alakazam
got us some beef
got us some ham
she inna a scheme
she callin me ski
imma slump diety
sayin sh+t like sweetie
im goin beastie
said im like boogie
ride in my hoodie
slide to yo hoodie
smoke onna wood
outside witta woody

feelin like mac imma smack onna milla
holdin it back imma smack onna sista
holdin my sack imma jack witta thrilla
pullin her tracks imma clap like a pistol
clockin yo sh+t get pop like a pimple
smile too big gotta look at my dimples
when im talkin i’m makin them ripples

i been whippin
whippin the aye
i been trippin
trippin today
i been whippin
whippin the what?
whippin the

new whip
witta nice tint
it’s white
like the b+tch ridin my sh+t
she suckin the meat off me like imma rib
makin a mess so i getchu a bib
started the trend and you hoppin the ship

givin me top
while i drive
up top
givin me five
makin me feel alive
as i drive
witta new kinda high
off the molly and the weed
see the real in my eyes
finna pop me bean
when i’m rollin up gas
sh+ts singing like queen
witta demon in my eyes
tryna sip n get td
gotta women in my eyes
claimin she a diety
it ain’t clear to me
what i’m really tryna be
sike
i’m tryna be b u u l
i’m tryna be buul baby can’t you tell

b+tch i’m a king
f+ck do you mean
ladies adore me n all of my jewelry
gettin too hard to ignore me
diamonds on my neck
and they gotta nice cut
crystals on my sack
so they maka my sl+ta
b+tch on my lap
feelin like supra
losin my sh+t
like i’m bermuda
get to the guap
like gettin the moolah
get my neck stoned
like straight from medusa
gettin the smoke like i’m rolled in cuba
feelin like kenny in 63
no drop top still cop the 03
just copped me the infiniti
thank god im infinitely
permanently trained
gettin my bag
all i know is gain
gettin my gas
lovin mary jane
smokin that pack
feelin like lil wayne
hittin it every d+mn day
she gotta d+ck addiction
takin me like prescriptions
takin it in positions

when i’m at the top
needa ten gimme top
when im at the top
imma stack my guap
on my way up
and i can’t be stopped
on my way up
and i can’t be blocked

- wg buul lyrics

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