Buffalo lyrics

by

​brando


[Intro: Fukkit]
This a DJ f*ckin' exclusive
Holla at me
Wheeze

[Verse 1: Fukkit]
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
sh*t get explosive, repack it reload it
This 'bout the brain it just might get you toasted
I'm running [?] back on the world like a poser
My b*tch said I'm feeding that lil'-ass hoe, so she ride on the di*k like a damn roller coaster
Been reading some hands like a good game of poker
I got good arms like a veteran soldier
Been in the war why you slip like a coma
Get under your skin make you sit [?]
Got me a drum, and I guess you run over
Y'all must've forgot that you wet like a stoner
Pop at you place now you sh*t like a soda
Smoking [?] I'm flowing like Yoda
The paper stack up it don't fit in the folder
Used to sound different but got a lil' older
Just like the same but I keep getting colder
Need me lamb, I don't wanna tell Yoda
Baby don't tell while we walk like a stroller
They know how I rock, it go hard like a boulder
Lucky like [?]
I bet you bluff [?] 40
You turn to dust and your bones [?]
This sh*t is hot, why you not like a scolded
I got the drip like the faucet that's broken
You talking sh*t that's your mouth getting broken
She give me top cause that's just where I'm going
Burnin' the rubber, I'm quick like a trojan
Boy you stop working, replace him like colons
The clip underneath hanging like semicolons
Look like I'm starving but pockets is swollen
Get under your skin I can tell you lil' nervous
Dodging the biz, city life sound purpose
[?] is above it, your sh*t is disservice
My face in the pope like I'm playing as surgeon
Flow kinda throw up it sound like you purgin'
I (Don't) give a f*ck if you can't like a virgin
I'm in the cut with the clip like a surgeon
Just stay in my lane cause I'm not good at merging
[Verse 2: Brando]
I can't give a f*ck, I'm not living no mo'
I'm digging the hole, this, they call that my home
I pop the molly defused some emotion
But I can't feel nothing, my blood running cold
Ride up a roster with all o' these hoes
I'm sick of the lies, I'm sick of the woahs
My hoe is a stable I let that b*tch go
But she always come back and that sh*t gettin' old
I'm feeding my di*k through the hole like some cable
That b*tch like a table when she on the floor
She b*tching and moaning and f*cking and fussing
I f*cked on her cousin with no repercussions
I pulled up with [?]
I empty the streets when I'm thumping a dozen
That b*tch and she [?]
I'm still underground like I'm Harriet Tubman
I need some new bills I need that new face
Get with the program I reiterate
When I write a new code
You typing on keys like a piano, you foe, b*tch you gon' fold
No competition like I'm Johnny Bones
Tear out my heart like my name Davy Jones
That sh*t that you dropping just sound like a stone
Feel like a pigeon when sh*tting on foes
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