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4 the record - buddy lyrics

[intro]
woo h-ll yeah, let’s talk to the n-gg-s that do the most
i’m here, back again
it’s your boy [?]
for the record, i like [?]
ya heard?
and that’s how we do it, for the record

[chorus: buddy]
this is for the record (hey)
this is for the record (hey)
h-ll yeah
this is for the record (hey)
this is for the record (hey)
h-ll yeah

[verse 1: buddy]
hey, man i’m in this whole wire
stay up, i don’t ever get tired
heat it up, with a little more fire
headed up, we can only get higher
man, your girl give me head, like a visor
i ain’t f-ck that b-tch, she a liar
you ain’t heard that i roll with the writers
give it up bruh, you don’t wanna try us
every time i hit the road, they be linin’ up
all these hoes see me on, now they signin up
gettin’ money, i’m a sole proprietor
keep on sleepin’ if you want, man, that’s fine with us
back it up one time for a n-gg-
mix a little bam-bam with the liquor
no, we don’t got no problems over here bruh
and we gon’ touch a mil’ before the year is up

[chorus: buddy]
this is for the record (hey)
this is for the record (hey)
h-ll yeah
this is for the record (hey)
this is for the record (hey)
h-ll yeah

[bridge: buddy]
money on my mind, for the record
runnin’ through the marathon, for the record
and i put that on god, for the record
somebody might die, for the record
rest in peace, n-gg- eazy-e, for the record
mike & keys, n-gg- on the beat, for the record
we could do this all night, for the record
comin’ from the westside, for the record

[verse 3: boogie]
this one for the pressure
this one for the b-tches, that ain’t givin’ me no effort
this one for the l, sh-t they only made me better
they remember every fade, and sayin’ this one for the record
i can’t rectify the pain or the story of my gang
ain’t no freedom for my brain, with a 40 and a chain
you know devils love to play, in the shadows of my brain
i can’t elevate or change, if all i ever do is hang
really, all i see is shame
“where my city at?”
n-gg-, you too broke for you to know where all the b-tches at
homie on parole and he can’t smoke, so he gon’ hit a black
you let somebody use your lighter, you don’t get it back
i’m really at…i’m really in a bad place, and i ain’t seein’ good much
tell me throw my fist high and i just throw my hood up
how you know your roof high, if you ain’t ever looked up (uh)
some sh-t i never understood
but i know this one for the record, i know this one for the death
they’ll have n-gg-s spendin’ money ‘fore we even see the check
serena made it outta’ compton, she forever get respect
a parallel to how ya’ll sit and do it for the ‘net
i say…
this is for the record

[outro]
you know what i’m sayin’
for the record…
it ain’t nothing like f-cking with [?] and you ain’t got to motherf-cking split it wit n-body, n-gg-. and that’s really for the record, n-gg-
i put that m-th-f-ckin’ money in my pocket and i know, sh-t, i [?]
that’s on god, n-gg-, for the record

- buddy lyrics

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