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Drew - Buff (feat. Lil Tavis & Lefty) Lyrics



Drew - Buff (feat. Lil Tavis & Lefty) Lyrics
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Gun don't jam it ain't no biscuit
Bitch this
Shit is
Hotter than Sahara
'Bout a hundred dollars is what I wipe I my shit with
Oh you want the big stick
Oh you want the 30 round
Make your body viscous
I be 'bout my riches
Tryna count my racks up
All my money add up
I be runnin' digits
Thumb in her ass intermission
I'm hittin' a port then go back for the finish
Fishin' and stickin' this dick in her kidney
Stickin' a fist in her shit on Timmy
I coulda caught passes at Notre Dame
I coulda ran kicks at Texas
And I coulda hooped up at Kansas
But I sold crack and served hella jay's bitch
Young Lil Tavis flexin'
Call me Lil Answer
I been knowing everything bitch
Tackle the beat like Ed Reed yeah
Stiff arm the beat like AP yeah
They sayin' Lil Tavis need a Heisman
I be breakin' hymens
Run to the check and I'm whylin
I'm buyin' the bitch nothin'
She just gettin' stuffin'
Stuffin' this dick in her tum
And a clip gon' slip thru the lips of her bum
I'm a empty the shit when I'm gettin my nut
Tavis on the block goin stupid buff
Stop Guy on the block goin stupid buff
Tavis on the block goin stupid buff
Stop Guy on the block goin stupid buff
Tavis on the block goin stupid buff
Sensei on the block goin stupid buff
Ew on the beat goin stupid buff
Gun on the beat goin stupid buff
Had to give you boys a couple of seconds
Before I while out and start dumpin' my weapons
I'm Wile E. Coyote I'm up with my brethren
You high off peyote you thinkin' bout steppin'
I'm pressin' and stressin' a nigga for flexin'
Run through his pockets to teach him a lesson
Beat his ass bloody but never gon' X him
He need remember that stop guy the present
You niggas so bad that it's bringin' depression
I'm bringing the tree and the drink it's no question
Backwood so big that it got hypertension
Burnin' it down reach a higher dimension
It's boxed as a bitch like a fire just ended
Split down the wrap put the fire back in it
After the blunt now the night is beginning
Tavis on the block goin stupid, buff
Stop Guy on the block goin stupid, buff
Tavis on the block goin stupid, buff
Lefty on the block goin stupid, buff
Tavis in this bitch goin retarded
Tavis in this bitch goin retarded
Tavis in this bitch goin retarded
Tavis in this bitch go get em nigga
Tavis on the block with a bag that's buff
They got Lefty with a feature on the track that's nuts
Back up
This bitch had a flat butt
Mad sluts get punched if they wanna act tough
I've drowned in tequila
With all of my people
We all love the reefer
They follow the leader
They want cocaina
I'm runnin' a fever
Call my mom say Theresa Cole's gone off the zima
Ew on the beat knock the bong off your speaker, reverse
Let's run it back with reverbs
Tweakers on the street of Seattle throwin' feet first
Moms hit my line say they wanna f*ck Tavis
I said get in line but they're already naked
I'm locked in the basement lost in a spaceship
Lefty on the track put the bottle to your face bitch
Get down when I spit get ignorant
We could f*ck on the floor if you're into it
That's magnificent
I've been a pimp
Dip my dick in cinnamon cause I'm about to sin again
Rob you of your innocence
And boof a couple dinner mints
Wow
I only f*ck upside down
People always ask me what's my sound
Born on a cloud and I must come down
Tavis on the block with a bag that's buff
They got Lefty with a feature on the track that's nuts
Back up
This bitch had a flat butt
Mad sluts get punched if they wanna act tough
Anyone can rhyme flex or cuddle a nine
I've been puttin' in time it's a hustle and grind
You got drugs on your mind
I used to be the plug and I was one of a kind
Bro how you throwin' shade with the sun in your eye
I'm juggling knives
Everyday I wake up with a gun by my side
Turn the beat up now I'm comin' alive
If that fire shit's honey then I'm smugglin' hives
If you know me you know I pack heat
I'm talkin' nine packs of ramen in the back seat
And some 8 wide boots I got fat feet
Clap cheeks with half the señoritas from the track meet
No lie this life's been a real bitch
We grind cause we tryna get real rich
Get high your mind will reveal shit
My flow so hot it'll peel skin
Bitches know I got promiscuous skinny dick
Legs in the air while she citing Leviticus
Hold all that Jesus shit don't bring him into this
You soft as f*ck but act hard on the internet
Tavis on the block with a bag that's buff
They got Lefty with a feature on the track that's nuts
Back up
This bitch had a flat butt
Mad sluts get punched if they wanna act tough
Tavis on the block with a bag that's buff
They got Lefty with a feature on the track that's nuts
Back up
This bitch had a flat butt
Mad sluts get punched if they wanna act tough
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Gun don't jam it ain't no biscuit
Bitch this
Shit is
Hotter than Sahara
'Bout a hundred dollars is what I wipe I my shit with
Oh you want the big stick
Oh you want the 30 round
Make your body viscous
I be 'bout my riches
Tryna count my racks up
All my money add up
I be runnin' digits
Thumb in her ass intermission
I'm hittin' a port then go back for the finish
Fishin' and stickin' this dick in her kidney
Stickin' a fist in her shit on Timmy
I coulda caught passes at Notre Dame
I coulda ran kicks at Texas
And I coulda hooped up at Kansas
But I sold crack and served hella jay's bitch
Young Lil Tavis flexin'
Call me Lil Answer
I been knowing everything bitch
Tackle the beat like Ed Reed yeah
Stiff arm the beat like AP yeah
They sayin' Lil Tavis need a Heisman
I be breakin' hymens
Run to the check and I'm whylin
I'm buyin' the bitch nothin'
She just gettin' stuffin'
Stuffin' this dick in her tum
And a clip gon' slip thru the lips of her bum
I'm a empty the shit when I'm gettin my nut
Tavis on the block goin stupid buff
Stop Guy on the block goin stupid buff
Tavis on the block goin stupid buff
Stop Guy on the block goin stupid buff
Tavis on the block goin stupid buff
Sensei on the block goin stupid buff
Ew on the beat goin stupid buff
Gun on the beat goin stupid buff
Had to give you boys a couple of seconds
Before I while out and start dumpin' my weapons
I'm Wile E. Coyote I'm up with my brethren
You high off peyote you thinkin' bout steppin'
I'm pressin' and stressin' a nigga for flexin'
Run through his pockets to teach him a lesson
Beat his ass bloody but never gon' X him
He need remember that stop guy the present
You niggas so bad that it's bringin' depression
I'm bringing the tree and the drink it's no question
Backwood so big that it got hypertension
Burnin' it down reach a higher dimension
It's boxed as a bitch like a fire just ended
Split down the wrap put the fire back in it
After the blunt now the night is beginning
Tavis on the block goin stupid, buff
Stop Guy on the block goin stupid, buff
Tavis on the block goin stupid, buff
Lefty on the block goin stupid, buff
Tavis in this bitch goin retarded
Tavis in this bitch goin retarded
Tavis in this bitch goin retarded
Tavis in this bitch go get em nigga
Tavis on the block with a bag that's buff
They got Lefty with a feature on the track that's nuts
Back up
This bitch had a flat butt
Mad sluts get punched if they wanna act tough
I've drowned in tequila
With all of my people
We all love the reefer
They follow the leader
They want cocaina
I'm runnin' a fever
Call my mom say Theresa Cole's gone off the zima
Ew on the beat knock the bong off your speaker, reverse
Let's run it back with reverbs
Tweakers on the street of Seattle throwin' feet first
Moms hit my line say they wanna f*ck Tavis
I said get in line but they're already naked
I'm locked in the basement lost in a spaceship
Lefty on the track put the bottle to your face bitch
Get down when I spit get ignorant
We could f*ck on the floor if you're into it
That's magnificent
I've been a pimp
Dip my dick in cinnamon cause I'm about to sin again
Rob you of your innocence
And boof a couple dinner mints
Wow
I only f*ck upside down
People always ask me what's my sound
Born on a cloud and I must come down
Tavis on the block with a bag that's buff
They got Lefty with a feature on the track that's nuts
Back up
This bitch had a flat butt
Mad sluts get punched if they wanna act tough
Anyone can rhyme flex or cuddle a nine
I've been puttin' in time it's a hustle and grind
You got drugs on your mind
I used to be the plug and I was one of a kind
Bro how you throwin' shade with the sun in your eye
I'm juggling knives
Everyday I wake up with a gun by my side
Turn the beat up now I'm comin' alive
If that fire shit's honey then I'm smugglin' hives
If you know me you know I pack heat
I'm talkin' nine packs of ramen in the back seat
And some 8 wide boots I got fat feet
Clap cheeks with half the señoritas from the track meet
No lie this life's been a real bitch
We grind cause we tryna get real rich
Get high your mind will reveal shit
My flow so hot it'll peel skin
Bitches know I got promiscuous skinny dick
Legs in the air while she citing Leviticus
Hold all that Jesus shit don't bring him into this
You soft as f*ck but act hard on the internet
Tavis on the block with a bag that's buff
They got Lefty with a feature on the track that's nuts
Back up
This bitch had a flat butt
Mad sluts get punched if they wanna act tough
Tavis on the block with a bag that's buff
They got Lefty with a feature on the track that's nuts
Back up
This bitch had a flat butt
Mad sluts get punched if they wanna act tough
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Writer: Cole Schoen, Gavin Dixon
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Drew
Language: English
Length: 4:46
Written by: Cole Schoen, Gavin Dixon

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