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1 2 3 4 - buddh4 lyrics

[intro: buddh4]
1,2
i said 1, 2
i said 1, 2, 3, 4
i said 1, 2
i said 1, 2
i said*

[verse 1: buddh4]
1, 2, 3, 4
hoes they knockin at my door
brand new whip i let it go
cost a house, only got 2 doors
it’s all cool if i say it’s so
buddh4 he the f*ckin goat
put me on a stage and i’ll tear down the venue, rock the show
i got way too many hoes
but i might still get some more
they keep hittin up my phone
i might have to let ‘em go
f*ck that sh*t, i’ll pour a 4
f*ck that sh*t, i’ll pour a 4
cause that fix everything, yeah that fix every problem
i got 50s, i got blue strips, if it’s money then i got em

[hook: buddh4]
1, 2, 3, 4
hoes they knockin at my door
5, 6, 7, 8
pour it up, feelin great
9, 10, 11, 12
brand new glock send him to h*ll
13, 14, 15, 16
all my brothers ridin with me
[verse 2: buddh4]
i’m gon f*ck that b*tch and thеn i leave her, dip up out thе city
posted on his block, i got the heater n it hold bout 50
all my diamonds cold, give me a fever, got me feelin sh*tty
but i pour up and i smoke some reefer, now i feel like diddy
i got big racks, in the duffel bag
got a big strap, wit a hunnid mag
got a brand new big ass choppa with a drum attached
i just spent like 20 bands, it’s time to run it back

[bridge: buddh4]
run it back
it’s time to run it back
i jus spent like 20 bands, it’s time to run it back
run it back
it’s time to run it back
i jus spent like 20 bands, it’s time to run it back

[hook: buddh4]
1, 2, 3, 4
hoes they knockin at my door
5, 6, 7, 8
pour it up, feelin great
9, 10, 11, 12
brand new glock send him to h*ll
13, 14, 15, 16
all my brothers ridin with me
1, 2, 3, 4
hoes they knockin at my door
5, 6, 7, 8
pour it up, feelin great
9, 10, 11, 12
brand new glock send him to h*ll
13, 14, 15, 16
all my brothers ridin with me
[verse 3: y2k_ra]
13, 14, 15, 16
all my brothers ridin with me
catch up, they shootin with me
mask up, they drillin with me
1, 2, 3, 4
i put bodies on the floor
5, 6, 7, 8
smoke the opps, i’m feelin great
9, 10, 11, 12
hollow tips send you to h*ll
he got wet up with this draco, had his ears ringin like bells
she wanna f*ck, i wanna f*ck, yeah, i wan s*x you too
cup like elmo, sittin on red
bad lil b*tch in my dm, give me head
talkin bout you love me hoe, repeat what you just said
yeah it’s me and buddh4, 4, leave a n*gga dead
put yo body on the floor, fill that b*tch with lead
yeah
then i take off, blast off
pull up on yo ass and take this mother f*ckin mask off
i can see the future, i ain’t talkin bout no “mask off”
n*ggas really b*tches, they be bums, they be mad soft

- buddh4 lyrics

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