Lyrics:
Buckwheats Music! Buckwheats Music! Buckwheats, Buckwheats, Buckwheats Music! Dieses Gefühl ist so gut Ich geh in die Booth und spitte so true Der Champ ist
it concrete Several weeks without a cut hair nappy like I'm buckwheat Kick it like we Jet Lee Jet Lee Jet lee Pocket full of money money grinding Stay
you know it's about to be painful This ain't no game though I'm the real MC Spittin' flames after flames you'd think I was a Buckwheat Burning wood,
dripping OJ Attitude of O'Shea Ice cream routes niggas run cold plays Smoking buckwheats oh you off that o'tay Oh you off that o'tay Oh you off that o'tay
to a feeding dreadlock Armpit like two Buckwheat's in a headlock Macy Gray's hair between your leg lock Somebody let the monkeys out the cage so cross-eyed,
I can never sit in the backseat Always in front never pass me Step off I'm calling em buckwheat Tip top shape I'm an athlete Step to us get your ass
on the range Buckwheat, trapped inside a kennel Pencilled in its mental, dogs go deranged Hol up, think I heard god callin Hol up, think I heard god callin Hol
'cause motherfuckin' negro is awesome Beat junky is the cue Buckwheat's my name and I'm a (Sucker) So you better get off my dick 'Cause if you ain't
'cause motherfuckin' negro is awesome Beat junky is the cue Buckwheat's my name and I'm a (Sucker) So you better get off my dick 'Cause if you ain't
like Buckwheat, Otay (I got dreadlocks like Buckwheat, Otay) Cops tryna lock me up, it's on low bay (Cops tryna lock me up, it's on low bay)
taller than Buckwheat's afro, I'm a champion
think he is? Nappy head like He buckwheat Hol’ up Break it down, roll it up Grab a light, spark it up Blow my high, that’s that shit that I don’t like
shoes fagopyrum Buckwheat Soft cheeks Kiss me Go sleep Fuck me Touch me Love me Love me Buckwheat Soft cheeks Kiss me Go sleep Fuck me Touch me Love me
tell you've been hurting Hiding out in your room While the pretty buckwheat flowers bloom But if you draw back the curtain And take in the view One day
Coming down the hill A buckwheat cake was in her mouth A tear was in her eye I said, I'm coming from Dixieland Susann', don't you cry Oh, Susann Don't you
call in the plug I gotta TapN with Quise out there in California I'm politicking with buckwheat gotta run up this play up there on Alberta Money
keep your bitch on my dick Nigga! Bitch, I got my beanie and my hoodie Here go the dick, bet you know where to put it I'm harder than buckwheat's
bitch on my dick, nigga! Bitch, I got my beanie and my hoodie Here go the dick, bet you know where to put it I'm rougher than Buckwheat's head You niggas
und das hab ich Geld verprasst Ich bin ein Gurutyp Ein abstrakter Hailermoon Du bist eher so n Charakter aus Sailormoon Buckwheats regelt dies,
coming around the hill Now, the buckwheat cake was in her mouth A tear was in her eye I said, that I come from Dixie land Suzanne, don't you break down
around the hill Now, the buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye I said, that I come from Dixie land, Suzanne, don't you break down and cry
coming around the hill Now, the buckwheat cake was in her mouth A tear was in her eye I said, that I come from Dixie land Suzanne, don't you break
everything was still I thought I saw Susanna Comin' down the hill. A buckwheat cake was in her mouth A tear was in her eye Says I'm comin' from the south
a dream the other night When everything was still I thought I saw Susanna A-coming down the hill The buckwheat cake was in her mouth The tear was in her
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