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Buu E. Radley

Buu E. Radley is a musical artist known for their unique blend of alternative rock and indie folk music. They are recognized for their introspective lyrics combined with captivating melodies, creating a mesmerizing and dynamic sound. Buu E. Radley is celebrated for their emotionally charged performances and has gained a dedicated fan base for their evocative and authentic musical style. more »

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Money bag, money bag, nigga
Dollar bill, dollar bill, nigga
Fou' sco' in dat field, nigga
Finna do what I feel, hol' up
Finna cop some hot wheels and a crib
Chick a switch cocks, she knew where I live
Flew from Detroit to Atlanta
Saw my brother's crib, now I gotta match him
F*ck dat, I'mma surpass 'em
Cop me a mansion in the hills
Where ain't no niggas where I live
Where ain't nobody where I live
Or I could buy the block, kick everybody out
If you won't leave you gettin' carried out
In a body bag or thrown on yo ass
Buu E. economics, welcome to class
Let me hop out dis fou' do'
Let me pose for this photo
B-boy stance, and that's fo' sho
'Till the day I die 
And that's on yo grave,dog, 'cause I'mma live forever
I'm blessed by God and I'm highly favored
Been through a lot so I won't waiver
In my faith, 'cause I'm saved by grace
Eddie Murphy, I'mma trade my place
From the bottom rung to the top step
2nd joint, and ain't flop yet
Gotta salute my like Wobbuffet
My goals I'm shootin' like Boba Fett
Like Cloud and Manny, quiet on the set
You rap words that you ain't walkin'
Think you cold, but I'm Steve Austin
When I'm spittin' three 16's
Lil puppy hush, a grown man is talkin'

Money bag, money bag
Dollar bill, dollar bill
Fou' sco' in dat field
Finna do what I feel, shawty
I'mma keep it real
'Till the day that The Lord call me
I'mma keep it real

I'm a scam-aholic, lean-aholic
Wit' all this drip, I'mma need a faucet
Try to rob me, you gon need a coffin
I'm smokin' gushers, I can't stop coughin'
She ain't got a car, she just keep walkin'
If you ain't got no money then why the f*ck you talkin'?
Shoes on my feet, I can not pronounce 'em
Drinkin' all this lean, I need a water bottle
That bitch pussy wet
She got a water fountain
I pou'ed up in a Ice Mountain
You ain't clean up, so you ain't get yo allowance
Why you tryna sell weed and you ain't make a profit?
I dumped my bitch, she was too toxic
I'm riding around wit' a rocket launcher

We hustle hard out in Detrilla
We for reala and we countin' skrilla
One of the Midwest pillars
Represent our village like J Dilla
Gettin' to the bag like a gold digger
Midwest ain't no hoe niggas
Please don't play wit those niggas
'Cause yo ass will get exposed, nigga
Pull your pants up and wear a belt
When Fleece come out, you can't scream for help
There's some demons only bout cake
Now you seein' how Tina felt
They laugh at pain like Tina Fey
Sing to it like Teena Marie
Nevermind who you thought I was
I'm Buu E., bitch, understand me?!

Money bag, money bag
Dollar bill, dollar bill
Fou' sco' in dat field
Finna do what I feel, shawty
I'mma keep it real
'Till the day that The Lord call me
I'mma keep it real
Money bag, money bag
Dollar bill, dollar bill
Fou' sco' in dat field
Finna do what I feel, shawty
I'mma keep it real
'Till the day that The Lord call me
I'mma keep it real

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