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kaioken x20 - buffed up chane lyrics

[intro: babytron]
stuntman, stuntman
(rj always trippin’ man)
i’m always trippin’ too, i always tell you that
ayy, ayy, ayy, sh*ttyboyz

[verse 1: babytron]
r.i.p lil’ chris, put this sh*t on bro and ’em
in chirac with dreadheads that’s on foenem
mirror tint flashy than a b*tch, i see the hoe in ’em
what’s that on yo hip? that’s a pistol, we be toting’ ’em
commitin’ homicide, doors, they do suicides
happy than a b*tch with my slime, we done threw a 5
goofy [?], give a f*ck if you inside
get the p*ssy if it’s kinda good, do it two more times
black ass sock runners, i can slip and slide in ‘em
jeff that’s my kin, ‘012 was flippin’ dimes with him
how you get the money out my card? i gave you 9 digits”
“that’s what hams say, if you oppin’, then yo times tickin’
tsk, and yo rollie too
this b*tch a freak, got her loose off the 42
tsk, have you еver seen these goldеn goose?
do you know who i am? mr. throw*the*oop
mr. get*the*head*from*her, then i stand in her friend [?]
stanwill, lj, that’s a lot of dreadlocks
caught the opps ten deep, that’s ten cops
might turn into the f*ckin’ demon off this red pop
[verse 2: buffed up chane]
got the ar on my shoulder, i’m kurt angle
shoot from both angles, you know i’m dangerous
got that choppa on my side, it came attached
n*ggas talkin’ all that sh*t ‘til his head detach
all that sh*t is facts, y’all n*ggas is cappin’
i had the 6s on the truck before i was rappin’
i had yo b*tch on my d*ck before i was spittin’
i was gettin’ chicken back when i was sellin’ chicken
and if n*ggas wanna trip, you can catch a slug
ar got the titties, aim it at yo mug
just got a 40 from a fein and that b*tch hot
to find out where he live and hit every block
i wanna see his head pop like a jack in the box
you betta’ run mothaf*cka’, ‘cause we not
i put cheese on his head like a nacho
leave him layin’ in the street like a pothole
put her n*gga in the dirt, watch how i work
it’s all fun and games ‘til a n*gga on a shirt
i got twos on deck like i’m out of work
i put that on my momma, you don’t want no drama

[outro: buffed up chane]
n*gga, b*tch, sh*ttyboyz
n*gga, b*tch

- buffed up chane lyrics

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