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Buttons
by SonItsLexy
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Tell me why I gotta move on a fast pace ?
I was just livin' broke, striking deals like yesterday
If they on the pave chillin', then you standing in my way
Watching bread fly by like we selling what we make
Telling all my shooters they could lower their K's
But they always on, like a lock on a safe
Press the wrong buttons, set it off in this place
Niggas don't want beef all vegan as their base (aye)
2 poles on guard call them north south
When 1 goes up, shit comes all down
Say the wrong things you'll be bleeped out
4 quarters in a week, that's a whole pound
Tell them funny ass niggas we don't joke around
They could chill where they at call it study lounge
We don't sit where we at, we stand our fucking ground
Commas up to the sky, we going heaven bound
Everything bananas, banana ice on bread
Bank is closed, talk to the hand instead
Always on heat, hot temper, hot head
Got them writing down notes but I ain't no lead
Kama sutra, what would you do in bed ?
Jump on the shit, smack it hard 'til it's red
Talk dirty to me like that shit you said
"Put that blicky on the night stand and put it to his head"
Tell me why I gotta move on a fast pace ?
I was just livin' broke, striking deals like yesterday
If they on the pave chillin', then you standing in my way
Watching bread fly by like we selling what we make
Telling all my shooters they could lower their K's
But they always on, like a lock on a safe
Press the wrong buttons, set it off in this place
Niggas don't want beef all vegan as their base (aye)
2 poles on guard call them north south
When 1 goes up, shit comes all down
Say the wrong things you'll be bleeped out
4 quarters in a week, that's a whole pound
Tell them funny ass niggas we don't joke around
They could chill where they at call it study lounge
We don't sit where we at, we stand our fucking ground
Commas up to the sky, we going heaven bound
Everything bananas, banana ice on bread
Bank is closed, talk to the hand instead
Always on heat, hot temper, hot head
Got them writing down notes but I ain't no lead
Kama sutra, what would you do in bed ?
Jump on the shit, smack it hard 'til it's red
Talk dirty to me like that shit you said
"Put that blicky on the night stand and put it to his head"
