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BUDDY - Bad Boys Lyrics



BUDDY - Bad Boys Lyrics
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[ Featuring Kent Jamz ]

Ay Chanel
Call my phone real quick
(This weed smell good)
Somebody call my phone, I, I can't find my phone
(Smell this)

What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
Get the f*ck up, get the f*ck up
Get the f*ck up, get the f*ck up
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
Shut the f*ck up, shut the f*ck up
Shut the f*ck up, shut the f*ck up

Your girlfriend been with me
Told you she was runnin' errands
Hit it out the park like Hank Aaron
Walked in the dime, everybody starin' at me
Like they ain't bumpin' my shit
Like they ain't f*ckin' on bitches I been hit
Them niggas ain't that rich
Them niggas need another hit, I get it

None of my bitches let go
None of my bitches let go (I get it)
All of my niggas gettin' dough, uh (yeah)
All of my niggas gettin' dough (I get it)
None of my bitches let go
None of my bitches let go (I get it)
All of my niggas gettin' dough, uh (yeah)
All of my niggas gettin' dough (I get it)

I'm nauseous (whoa), I lost it (yeah)
She topless (ooh), be cautious (damn)
Just tried me a brand new substance (damn)
I'm wildin' out in public (yeah)
She ridin' (ooh), I'm thuggin' (yeah)
On God I just gotta keep hustlin' (on God)
She married, I'm f*ckin' (ooh)
She don't give a f*ck about her husband (nah)
Can't make this shit up, I'm slizzered, I got the hiccups
I'm piss drunk, don't take my picture
Got symptoms of blurry vision
Need OG kush in my system
Please don't you pass me no Swisha
Throwin' up all my liquor
Catch second wins, I'm that nigga, nigga
Black girl at the backyard party
White line, she about to get gnarly
Red flag, she a Hollywood actress
Pink lipstick all on my mattress
Blue strips, all up in my pockets
Green kush, that's just how I like it
More gold than Jerome-y, 'Rome, 'Rome-y
And Kent like Tommy and Cole

None of my bitches let go (yeah)
None of my bitches let go (uh)
All of my niggas gettin' dough, uh (yeah)
All of my niggas gettin' dough (yeah)
None of my bitches let go (yeah yeah)
None of my bitches let go (uh)
All of my niggas gettin' dough, uh
All of my niggas gettin' dough (dough)

What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
Get the f*ck up, get the f*ck up
Get the f*ck up, get the f*ck up
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
Shut the f*ck up, shut the f*ck up
Shut the f*ck up, shut the f*ck up
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Ay Chanel
Call my phone real quick
(This weed smell good)
Somebody call my phone, I, I can't find my phone
(Smell this)

What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
Get the f*ck up, get the f*ck up
Get the f*ck up, get the f*ck up
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
Shut the f*ck up, shut the f*ck up
Shut the f*ck up, shut the f*ck up

Your girlfriend been with me
Told you she was runnin' errands
Hit it out the park like Hank Aaron
Walked in the dime, everybody starin' at me
Like they ain't bumpin' my shit
Like they ain't f*ckin' on bitches I been hit
Them niggas ain't that rich
Them niggas need another hit, I get it

None of my bitches let go
None of my bitches let go (I get it)
All of my niggas gettin' dough, uh (yeah)
All of my niggas gettin' dough (I get it)
None of my bitches let go
None of my bitches let go (I get it)
All of my niggas gettin' dough, uh (yeah)
All of my niggas gettin' dough (I get it)

I'm nauseous (whoa), I lost it (yeah)
She topless (ooh), be cautious (damn)
Just tried me a brand new substance (damn)
I'm wildin' out in public (yeah)
She ridin' (ooh), I'm thuggin' (yeah)
On God I just gotta keep hustlin' (on God)
She married, I'm f*ckin' (ooh)
She don't give a f*ck about her husband (nah)
Can't make this shit up, I'm slizzered, I got the hiccups
I'm piss drunk, don't take my picture
Got symptoms of blurry vision
Need OG kush in my system
Please don't you pass me no Swisha
Throwin' up all my liquor
Catch second wins, I'm that nigga, nigga
Black girl at the backyard party
White line, she about to get gnarly
Red flag, she a Hollywood actress
Pink lipstick all on my mattress
Blue strips, all up in my pockets
Green kush, that's just how I like it
More gold than Jerome-y, 'Rome, 'Rome-y
And Kent like Tommy and Cole

None of my bitches let go (yeah)
None of my bitches let go (uh)
All of my niggas gettin' dough, uh (yeah)
All of my niggas gettin' dough (yeah)
None of my bitches let go (yeah yeah)
None of my bitches let go (uh)
All of my niggas gettin' dough, uh
All of my niggas gettin' dough (dough)

What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
Get the f*ck up, get the f*ck up
Get the f*ck up, get the f*ck up
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
Shut the f*ck up, shut the f*ck up
Shut the f*ck up, shut the f*ck up
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Writer: Simmie Sims, Khalid Muhammed
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed By: BUDDY
Featuring: Kent Jamz
Length: 2:58
Written by: Simmie Sims, Khalid Muhammed

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