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Buzz City

by Spaxe Jam Slixk

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Not uh chiropractor I ain't got no reason to go back (Uhn uhn) Called bro in the cell don't send no letter our blood attached (Uhn oh) Turn me up don't turn me down like I can't relax (No Oh) Ain't have no lighter she smoked me up ain't have to match (Yea oh) Chill type of nigga from the jump not on thin ice (Oh ohh) Pour a deuce but I ain't tryna say goodbye (Oh ohh) Can't trust no rat they need a rat trap for they lips (Yea aye) She a pioneer she smoove sailing on the ship (Yea aye) Only want blue cheese like I'm hanging round all crips (Oh ohh) Gotta couple niggas and they blooded off the rip (Oh ohh) All through buzz city she throw bs but for capeesh (Uhn uhn) She think I'm a dog that never had a fucking leash Apf trend we don't need no friends I ain't tryna write my wrongs free may up out that pin Slim chick stay in the gym might call her slim jim Off the dribble tryna slam it until the rim bend From buzz city my flow sting whoa Fuck niggas oppin brody got some unlocked demons like they itching for a body shotty Shotty in the lobby I can't sweat her no bill cosby perky perky no no molly Tryna pipe her until she rowdy she locked in but she a outie All white diamonds no immigration in the party fuck an invitation Bust her up beat her no regulation gas talking we having conversations Me and kesha having confrontation Apf trend we don't need no friends I ain't tryna write my wrongs free may up out that pin Slim chick stay in the gym might call her slim jim off the dribble tryna slam it Like a chiropractor I ain't got no reason to go back (Uhn uhn) Called bro in the cell don't send no letter our blood attached (Uhn oh) Turn me up don't turn me down like I can't relax (No Oh) Ain't have no lighter she smoked me up ain't have to match (Yea oh) Chill type of nigga from the jump not on thin ice (Oh ohh) Pour a deuce but I ain't tryna say goodbye (Oh ohh) Can't trust no rat they need a rat trap for they lips (Yea aye) She a pioneer she smoove sailing on the ship (Yea aye) Only want blue cheese like I'm hanging round all crips (Oh ohh) Gotta couple niggas and they blooded off the rip (Oh ohh) All through buzz city she throw bs but for capeesh (Uhn uhn) She think I'm a dog that never had a fucking leash

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