Buddy (Simmie Sims)

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You was in the club at cabin That was just last weekend Now you locked up in the pen Real niggas always link up in the end Now I'm in the studio trappin' Yeah I'm just rappin' with my friends You know how it is, how it goes Real niggas always link up in the end Real niggas always link up in the end Real niggas always link up in the... Ayy (Haha) We can do whatever, nigga Whatever's clever, nigga, know we way ahead of niggas They always rappin' like they tryin' to be better than you But it's evident they'll never be the president, I'm tellin' you I deserve a medal, nigga Just to cop at a condom at 7-Eleven 'Cause I'm better than that, and I'm tellin' you that These bitches, these bitches, these bitches, these bitches These bitches givin' it up, let's keep it a buck My heart like a key in the truck, I'm keepin' it tucked My heart like a key in the truck, I'm keepin' it tucked My heart like a key in the truck, I'm keepin' it... My niggas not givin' a fuck, let's keep it a buck SongtexteMy heart like a key in the truck, I'm keepin' it tucked My heart like a key in the truck, I'm keepin' it tucked My heart like a key in the truck, I'm keepin' it, keepin' it Amazon Prime for the fast track, yeah Niggas in the hood tryna grab that, yeah Follow the track before you add that, yeah I don't need a conformation to tell 'em that I'ma smash that You can get stuck out in traffic Even when you're in your own lane Gettin' money like Bruce so I guess I'm a slave to my own Wayne Hoes dance to the soul of they own train Wanna blow me down like Coltrane Or match with the king of the hill like propane Baby got nerve on her like Cobain Even when I spill game, bet you that I won't stain up You was in the club at cabin That was just last weekend Now you locked up in the pen Real niggas always link up in the end Now I'm in the studio trappin' Yeah I'm just rappin' with my friends You know how it is, how it goes Real niggas always link up in the end Real niggas always link up in the end Real niggas always link up in the... This feels like nothin' But everything at the same time Same trouble in the grave, I'm napalm bomb Every time make love You may say I'm a little bit out of my mind, I don't mind I don't be racin' for time, I'm alive I lift a lot, a liquid drop Love gives a sentence, stitch the block Since an infant, my intent senses witness, vivid Shit I shouldn't be dealin' with it but it's killin' it My third trip, am I trill enough for the trilogy? Truck in the path and you trippin' I'm finna go chat with the I-10, bye ten Even Benjamin Banneker be fuckin' up the math, I... Alright, that's all I wrote You was in the club at cabin That was just last weekend Now you locked up in the pen Real niggas always link up in the end Now I'm in the studio trappin' Yeah I'm just rappin' with my friends You know how it is, how it goes Real niggas always link up in the end Real niggas always link up in the end Real niggas always link up in the... Aus Songtexte Mania