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buffalo - fukkit lyrics

[intro: f*kkit]
this a dj f*ckin’ exclusive
holla at me
wheeze

[verse 1: f*kkit]
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 d*ck like a d*mn 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 d*ck 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

- fukkit lyrics

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