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what's poppin remix - buffoon lyrics

maj millz:
aye love on my d*ck
when she suck on the tip
i be going crazy
watch me dahmer tha b*tch
dahmer dahmer dominating
n*ggas hating
as we slaying
k!lling n*ggas domination
pistol packing i’m that n*gga
like a savage
and my b*tch 21
yea she classy boujee ratchet
catch me outside n*gga
come and see what happens
to a p*ssy n*gga that never know how to stop the yapping
in they raps they be capping
they think that they snapping
but really i’m napping
like oh sh*t what happen like stop it u trash can
lemme catch my breath
i’m getting upset
a p*ssy n*gga making threat
i sit him down
and make his ass
learn to respect
a blu millin ass n*gga
tryna make him a check
done came a long way from the south to the west and i’ll be d*mned
if i let a n*gga pull up and press me like
what’s poppin
buffoon:
dropping some music and they gonna listen but i can just drop me a snippet
getting more views than you ever could get and i do it in 45 seconds
and that’s how it be
put my confessions in boxes and i can’t release em, cause that sh*t would body a priest
i’m next up in line and i’m waiting while all of these fakers are listenin and copying me
i be on my grind but they don’t expect it and all of my friends are just popping some beans
but we do not f*ck with that sh*t
i pull up and stunt with the clique
i pose for the gram on a pic
she suck on my d*ck for a hit
i ain’t been f*cking with y’all again
i been setting the bar again
you don’t think that i’m the goat but i don’t f*ck with your arguments
b*tch i’m aiming, you’re targeted
this new b*tch she look carpeted
my flow so wavy you would think that i’m closeted
crazy how
i started on an xbox mic in the middle school and now i got
ladies wow
this sh*t isn’t easy you gotta start grinding so quit being
lazy now
you follow my soundcloud you don’t think i’m spazzing but look at me going so
crazy now
i murdered this beat better put me on trial
standing up straight like the motherf*cking eiffel
ain’t putting no caps when i’m typing the title
dropping this sh*t and it going in aisles
maj millz:
ride in the coupe
with the coop
and the crew
as we mob and we steer
and we steal and we shoot
bow
mask on me , n*gga look like a bandit
fit to sharp , when i walk i do damage
leaving sticky on yo b*tchy like bandage
hard headed n*gga
too much to manage
i’m a work of art
every picture gotta canvas
shoot for the stars
moon next place i’m landing
im dancing while floating
controlling the motion
i’m smoother than lotion
my flow like the ocean
don’t stir up the flock
if u don’t like commotion
my posse a rock
that don’t go through erosion
backity back my n*gga u too close to me
body baggin in the trunk like a grocery
see no haters all them n*ggas like ghost to me
west side
yea dats the west coast in me
i’m on creative while u on survival
with this rap sh*t i see me as a rival
buffoon my brother my n*gga my idol
if u talk down u can kiss on the rifle
harlem night a n*gga
never finish with em
let him suffer while i get attention
stay attentive n*gga better listen
when i say these words
cos i might be dissing
n*ggas simpin
quit wasting time
go dry up
fade in time
we hot sh*t can’t touch us
we pull up with the windows down
like
what’s poppin
buffoon:
shift your attention, come back
green in my system, that’s facts
why everybody think i, can’t spit
when they ain’t even listen to my raps?
b*tch i’m spazzing
ain’t n0body heard it since the locals rapping
b*tch it’s 2020 better social distance
before a homie starts social blasting, quit the acting
you really f*cking with the wrong ass boy
neighbors hate me, what’s with all that noise?
i be on the grind and it’s all my choice
khakis with the polo, too much soy
how goes it?
stack my green like arcade tokens
squint at me like “are they open?”
feel my meat it might be frozen
7 9’s on the boy man i feel like game and watch
i been off with my toy, she got a name but she don’t talk
i was off to destroy, now i wonder when i’ll stop
i’ll pop in illinois, see you boys up at the top
all of these goofies just give us a bad rep
i had to kick that b*tch out cause her bad breath
stepping up to me you’ll be like what happened
just got a check and i think imma cash it

buffoon & maj millz:
maj millz, yeah yknow he blu milln
5 stars, what they rate for my kitchen
kitchen whipping got me going dummy
pick it up and pass it to the homie
pass it to homie, pass it to slime
eating on beats, yeah yknow we gon dine
n*ggas was hating but now we got time
sooner or later yea we gonna shine
she a fine dime, you got a rusty penny
she real thick, she lemme bust it plenty
bust it plenty, plenty busting
busting the shots while she glizzy guzzing

- buffoon lyrics

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