BUFFALO B!TCH
Got this new check in my veins
You just mind washed in the brain
Why can't you fuck people your age
This weed got me all dazed
I'm tired
Everyday I'm struggling to save
I tried
Everything just keep gettin in my way
All I need is double C's and double keys
To keep this dirty fucker clean
What the fuck do you mean
Can't you see this X that's sitting on the outside of my sleeve
I got a monopoly
Dealin dreams and selling weed
We at bdubz tearing birds up like a vulture
Any exposure is decent exposure
I hope that you know that I ain't goin forward
Never giving these families no mother fuckin closure
Our chemistry is practically a unity
With how much weed we smoke up and it's hard to see
That you and me have history
I thought I took a victory to see the day I'm 63
Im stuck in constant misery
These pills will kill eventually
And one day when it's hard to breathe
I hope all that publicity will passively come back to me
That bitch, she riding me like I'm a trike
Fuck with me, bitch on god it's on sight
And I don't see no god in my sight
Keep my scope and my glock on my side
Cause my brain has been itchin to die
And I don't see no god in my sight
Keep my scope and my glock on my side
Cause my brain has been itchin to die
Take my life with a slice of the knife
Don't think twice I am ready to die
Blind the king when you look in my eyes
Stab them out with a sharp razor wire
Let the pieces burn up in the fire
You just mind washed in the brain
Why can't you fuck people your age
This weed got me all dazed
I'm tired
Everyday I'm struggling to save
I tried
Everything just keep gettin in my way
All I need is double C's and double keys
To keep this dirty fucker clean
What the fuck do you mean
Can't you see this X that's sitting on the outside of my sleeve
I got a monopoly
Dealin dreams and selling weed
We at bdubz tearing birds up like a vulture
Any exposure is decent exposure
I hope that you know that I ain't goin forward
Never giving these families no mother fuckin closure
Our chemistry is practically a unity
With how much weed we smoke up and it's hard to see
That you and me have history
I thought I took a victory to see the day I'm 63
Im stuck in constant misery
These pills will kill eventually
And one day when it's hard to breathe
I hope all that publicity will passively come back to me
That bitch, she riding me like I'm a trike
Fuck with me, bitch on god it's on sight
And I don't see no god in my sight
Keep my scope and my glock on my side
Cause my brain has been itchin to die
And I don't see no god in my sight
Keep my scope and my glock on my side
Cause my brain has been itchin to die
Take my life with a slice of the knife
Don't think twice I am ready to die
Blind the king when you look in my eyes
Stab them out with a sharp razor wire
Let the pieces burn up in the fire
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