Buddha Man

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, uh, uh, yeah, uh [Verse 1] Bloody my diamonds from Africa, linin' 'em up like a bachelor (Yeah, uh) She wanna know what I'm after (Yeah, uh), whippin' that coup like a master I'm goin' big dog, mastiff, she tryna grind it, Thrasher (Uh) You could never treat me average (Uh), I raised the bar and passed it (Yeah, uh) Ran out of wind, lapped 'em (Yeah, uh), brodie got big boy ashes Slow down and poured up in traffic (Slow down and pour), I'm on a four, fantastic (Slow down, pour) Drippin' in rags, Emilio (Yeah, uh), whole lot of Gucci and Pucci (Whole lot of, oh) Diamonds, they movin' like Uzi (Diamonds, they, woah), fuck it, my life like a movie (Fuck it, it's easy) Whole lot of dope in a Loose Leaf (Grrt), I'm off a half, too geeked (Grrt, grrt) Rollin' for days, no sleep (Grrt, grrt), jump out the coup, on all feet (Grrt) Buddah man true on the jeans, blindfolded, buyin' Celine I cut her off, she green, she tryna off the team (She tryna off the team) Goin' for the champion rings, throatin' her, smashin' her brains Off road, smashin' the Range, swervin', I'm crashin' the lanes [Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah, bad bitch from Panama Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck her like an animal Yeah, yeah, yeah, eat her like a cannibal Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's fuck on cameras Oh, oh, yeah, tell 'em 'bout how good it was Oh, oh, yeah, don't try to show me love, we ain't there Know you want more and more, that sounds fair [Verse 2] She wanna fuck in Italian, throwin' a tally on this bitch Linin' 'em up and knock 'em down, lose my balance in this bitch Smokin' on a gasoline, puffin' on kerosene, it got me lit Smokin' a pound of weed, pourin' a pint of lean, it got me bent Countin' up old money, uh, lovin' that blue honey, uh Whippin' up birds, Jumanji, uh, I'm at your throat like Bundy, yeah Love her in Valentino, uh, thirty-six came with a kilo Chopstick aimed at the peep hole, pink slip came through a repo I'm sellin' bags to the reaper, uh, I'm sellin' crack out a speaker I smoke a ton of that ether, I put it on like Easter, uh Tint five percent, no see through, uh, Marni the fur like weasel Black out the whip, look evil, Loewe shades, see through [Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah, bad bitch from Panama Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck her like an animal Yeah, yeah, yeah, eat her like a cannibal Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's fuck on cameras Oh, oh, yeah, tell 'em 'bout how good it was Oh, oh, yeah, don't try to show me love, we ain't there Know you want more and more, that sounds fair (Fair) [Outro] Don't try to show me love, we ain't there Know you want more and more, that sounds fair Don't try to show me love, we ain't there Know you want more and more, that sounds fair