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The longer my future self will suffer
Like a car that's in the shop, heavily dented
I'm beneath the buffer, gotta hit the dojo

Hit a bag, collect a bag

shawty
Show stopper make ‘em buffer 
Hit that sweet tooth
Sugar cube and quarter stick butter 
Tryna keep cool
Fat kid see the cake and really want it 
She

stuff her
Out the back door wont cuff her
Just wanted to see her suffer
Hit you so hard that you buffer
I'm the news like tom tucker
In the club like i'm

not stupid for repenting cuz he done wrong
All his love gone
It's war if he dissing my brothers
It's static we here for each other
Get hit with a stick

deep there, my actions louder imma reek, yea
I climax like Usher, so you know im bout to hit my peak, yea
No stop, no buffer, im moving at my own speed,

With my
With my
With my
With my problems
With my (Buffer got that hit bitch)
With my

Woke up this morning pain talking to me
Don't know what it

Undressing got me feeling breathless
Talking to you why I stutter
Not this nervous even in the covers
Bad connection the video buffer
Others I hit but to you

Haven’t seen the sun it’s the middle of the summer
If you hit my phone imma lag and imma buffer
I gave into all my vices
I gave into all my vices
I gave

Couldn’t keep it on the down low?
Then catch me on the come up
Get buffer like a download
And hope I won’t fuck up
All up on my dick though
Just for

It's still Compton nigga, ain't shit changed
Nothin', but the numbers on the
Back of the Range
My arms got buffer, tracks got buffer
Cars got faster,

No Jumper Cables

Aesop Rock

Bazooka Tooth

2003

Burn train buffers
My fancy
Up jumps the boogie delivering eye jammies
Walk through the muck with a clutch on a trident
Never give a fuck how far

(muster)
Do my crotch chop, hit her with the bronco buster (buster, X-Pac)
She take my hotdog with the ketchup and the mustard (mustard, hotdog)
Gave her

i was the 1, put on for my damn hood
I get money for breakfast dinner and lunch, we ain’t eating no more canned goods
I hit the gas and i’m gone

Jackie Chan glasses, Rush Hour traffic
Buffie the Body, the buffer the fattest
Hitted the fool now he riding in the trunk
Rumpin & Bumpin I might hit

buffer these Versace shades
Pinky ring a doughnut extra glazed, please avert your gaze
New ensemble Heron Preston got lil shorty smitten
She flipping

fuck it imma get mine yeah

I got some ground to cover
I guess It's time Bruce Buffer
Some people love to see you win
Some love to see you suffer
I got

some new numbers
Hit it twice if I pass out I'll come to I need a new buffer

Needa cut loose need some new cutters
If I want new shoes we gon rendezvous

(qué?)
Piden, pero explicaciones no brindo.
Me doy un hit y 
Brindo con pisto,  agusto, insisto (yeah,)
Hasta ganarme mi sitio,
Si quieres te lo demuestro,

Lost my mind
Lost my mind
Lost my
Yeah
Mind in the gutter
Closed shutter
With an incognito lover
Discovered my buffer
Tryna medicate the loss

comes the income you hit that drummer boy drum and death don't escape Stop running.

I suggest you start down with gaxa. Please show me something for I

Ain't got no love left to give
Break it down baby
Earn it the hard way
And I get low sometimes
Take a upper
Just to buffer the process
I figured

buffer
She blow like a puffer
Mans callin', she hit the lock, then I bust her

I'm doin' 120 down the express 
I can't stress it, uh
Couldn't resist her

yea she hit it like a Big Mac
Clip yea 
Load a clip yea
Yea that hoe she hungry
Told her to get on her knees and eat this
Well I could say

know the only thing shawty going miss when I pull up and I hit and I hit from behind
Oh yeah
Got swag lil bitch I got juice
Got henny lil bitch got