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buddy. - [z6]jimmy. lyrics

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b*tch i’m widdit
hear that beat i sh*tted
came back to my city
oh sh*t

fake sh*t i dismiss it
see my ring b*tch kiss it
you ain’t with me
cruise around my city in a lemon

ain’t no time for da simping
let me breathe
or i’m sendin’ shots at your innards
imma eat a f*ck n*gga dinner

aye
got dat on me don’t trust n0body
but i ain’t trying to hurt n0body
this country burning i need my dollars
yo i see snakes too much i’m swami

don’t make this sh*t get deep like sake
dis southside sh*t don’t call me conscious
ya’ll n*ggas played that out ironic
i look too strong i smoke dat broly
might domesticate that kitty
i got ancient blood up in me
white supremacist gon catch this missile
sh*t won’t miss ’em

f*ck is you kidding
oh you hard but you cried about your gucci
i smell like blood and burberry
ya’ll was high i was looking for sum

think we friends boy i got news for you

huh
whoa thеre buddy
talk a lot of sh*t but you broke therе buddy
hm uh
hold that buddy

all white on me that’s low fat buddy
eastside conan buddy
i don’t think you really want smoke there buddy
n*gga i’m a wrong turn buddy

i don’t think you really wanna go there buddy

yo holup n*gga
i’mma just tell it to yo sister your momma the politicians
this a god d*mn free smoke takeover to the 2020s to the 2090s n*gga
even when i die imma sh*t on you n*ggas
i’ll whip my sh*t with ya’ll car notes f*ck n*gga
talk all that sh*t if you want to broke b*tch
it ain’t gonna stop you from waiting tables

you ain’t get out that ain’t my problem
you ain’t no rider
i move in silence
i don’t need drama

we talk back prolly
my girlfriend a pistol and she too poly
she want dead bodies
but i’m non violent

let’s fight the masters
my morals too classy
your faith too plastic
so i can’t trust you

if i don’t want it then i won’t cop it uh
pretty ass n*gga done changed his ways
take them weak ass raps to the grave
way too bad couldn’t stop my hands

bwoy if you don’t get your mans
dump his body out like he oil in the pan
sit for the wrong sh*t k!ll him where he stand
sh*t is like a war n*ggas never finna win
wonder why you never heard of us sneaking in the back
black power fist on my f*cking cadillac
yo weed weak i don’t want none of that
get ya ass beat on thing on your map

all that weight ain’t sh*t to a gat
durag pappy with a little disrespect
tried to be homies but you n*ggas was some rats
scantron bullets put a n*gga to the test

i don’t need to talk when you n*ggas know the rest

huh
whoa there buddy
talk a lot of sh*t but you broke there buddy
hm uh
hold that buddy

all white on me that’s low fat buddy
eastside conan buddy
i don’t think you really want smoke there buddy
n*gga i’m a wrong turn buddy

i don’t think you really wanna go there buddy

- z6jimmy lyrics

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