Lyrics:
buffoonery What you really got is a joke to me You need to just stop playing ya self That lame ass weed straight bad for ya health We ain't smoking that
all i see is liars and deceivers and ain't no surprise- And and all i hear is coonery buffoonery and bullshit why// And all i see is liars
Chopper spark like it's electrocuting me Pop a bar, sip some barre, smoke some Buddah weed Pop it off, we can start the buffoonery Only eat what I kill
to me She wanna put her hands on me like some charcuterie She can see it in my eyes I ain't with that buffoonery I'm used to people switchin up It ain't
of nerve You thought I was bluffing, you must be mistaken I got a lot of nerve But the buffoonery I can't partake in Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm baldiana no bust
will be tempered with buffoonery and youthful exuberance Lyrics will mean nothing but a trap to trap you Sell you chains that Malik Al Shabaz, Martin
fuck with me Do you want a war? It will be a murder scene Lil' Bitch you're clone clone clown All this buffoonery, shit stops now They tryna hard make
end up like a Kennedy But at least the people will remember me It's Mojica motherfucker, the J is for Judicious I see right through the buffoonery, I
Raise your hands if you sick of this fucking buffoonery Rap nigguz is pussy What they gonna do to me Wearing Moissanite can't even rob 'em for their
the pages filling in the lines I be Making dope shit I ain't running out of time This my vision Dropped Buffoonery y'all didn't listen I won't drop another
buffoonery world Looks like I'd rather be curled in here No one to cheer In this buffoonery game In vein I frame my cane with pain It's all the same
what I'm repping till I'm dead You end up fucking with the fam you get attacked And if you're new to me you're soon to see Buffoonery I rap Real shit
Today's a good day ain't no time for no buffoonery Tired to learn the swag but he couldn't get no tutoring Told lil baby take a trip Somewhere
Smiles, I was taught never to smile I was told the stylish smiles of buffoonery Chicanery and larceny abound My mom said unless someone sticks you
aim Thanks to a little change, I tore you out the game Bullet wounds will stop your buffoonery Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy To Lil'
aim Thanks to a little change, I tore you out the game Bullet wounds will stop your buffoonery Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy To Lil'
buffoonery He who underestimates In time is bound to find the truth sublime And hollow lie upon the grates of systemic disorder Businessmen You're not
of the race Now that the troublemakers are gone Its gonna be alright They say its gonna be alright That born-again buffoonery has been dealt with at last
in, we ridin', we car poolin' My whole crew, we divin', we blood tunin' Salute me or shoot me, Huey P. Newton Your buffoonery is quite amusin' This
hook, ugh, Nate Dogg (Woo) Silencers, gold, gold chains and Goyard So you tatted up now you me? Ha, great job Y'all buffoonery, clowns with they face
of space Ain't nothin' between us but space and opportunity No time for childish shit and buffoonery I sneeze around peons, achee I don't want no
be a murder scene I’m turning Pink Friday to Friday the 13th Aight you Lil Kim clone clown all this buffoonery, the shit stops now time for you to lay
Kaytraminé, baby, we hot but stone cold (hot, true) Stop the buffoonery (yeah) Delta diamond member, you should watch how you talk to me (yeah) Love your
got goons Question is do you got the Cojóns? You niggas coons that really need To stop the buffoonery 'Fore I take it back on them Start snatchin' they
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