She got a dump truck, she get wild and get buck
Yeah, that's f*cked up, don't give a f*ck
And she loves saying f*ck love, drinking liquor, smoking bunts
Yeah, that's what's up, yeah, that's what's up
But ain't got time for that shit, I keep it short like a buzz cut
Who got beats? I got rhymes like I'm Busta
And you know the hoes f*ck with me like I'm Usher
Money on my mind, yeah, I'm a hustler
Making money all the time, are you a customer
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke
We looking for the bud, where is the bud?
We looking for the bud, where is the bud?
We looking for the bud, where is the bud?
We looking for the bud
Where the bud at? Where the bud at
I see a hater in the back, where the love at
But too much money in my pockets, I'm above that
But get a check for every word Damn I love rap
Ayy, but you know we
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
That bitch ain't rich, but she can make some millions off her dome
I seen my nigga flip some bricks and turned it to a home
I use the green to gas me up before I hit the door
Nowadays I never leave my strap, it's like it's glued on
I brought my bitch around my bitch, she trippin, shoes off
I guess I never should've f*cked her with my shoes on
I pop my shit, she say she hate the way I move on
My dirty drawls filled with money, I can't doo wrong
Ooo Pass the ligher, I really adore the bitch
But she think I don't like her
Watch out for the bruiser, he drink pussy like a idol
She hit with the tri, trap booming like al-Qaeda
But you know we
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke, I need some more
Jay Tre - Where the bud? (feat. Duke Deuce) Lyrics
Jay Tre - Where the bud? (feat. Duke Deuce) Lyrics
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She got a dump truck, she get wild and get buck
Yeah, that's f*cked up, don't give a f*ck
And she loves saying f*ck love, drinking liquor, smoking bunts
Yeah, that's what's up, yeah, that's what's up
But ain't got time for that shit, I keep it short like a buzz cut
Who got beats? I got rhymes like I'm Busta
And you know the hoes f*ck with me like I'm Usher
Money on my mind, yeah, I'm a hustler
Making money all the time, are you a customer
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke
We looking for the bud, where is the bud?
We looking for the bud, where is the bud?
We looking for the bud, where is the bud?
We looking for the bud
Where the bud at? Where the bud at
I see a hater in the back, where the love at
But too much money in my pockets, I'm above that
But get a check for every word Damn I love rap
Ayy, but you know we
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
That bitch ain't rich, but she can make some millions off her dome
I seen my nigga flip some bricks and turned it to a home
I use the green to gas me up before I hit the door
Nowadays I never leave my strap, it's like it's glued on
I brought my bitch around my bitch, she trippin, shoes off
I guess I never should've f*cked her with my shoes on
I pop my shit, she say she hate the way I move on
My dirty drawls filled with money, I can't doo wrong
Ooo Pass the ligher, I really adore the bitch
But she think I don't like her
Watch out for the bruiser, he drink pussy like a idol
She hit with the tri, trap booming like al-Qaeda
But you know we
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke, I need some more
Yeah, that's f*cked up, don't give a f*ck
And she loves saying f*ck love, drinking liquor, smoking bunts
Yeah, that's what's up, yeah, that's what's up
But ain't got time for that shit, I keep it short like a buzz cut
Who got beats? I got rhymes like I'm Busta
And you know the hoes f*ck with me like I'm Usher
Money on my mind, yeah, I'm a hustler
Making money all the time, are you a customer
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke
We looking for the bud, where is the bud?
We looking for the bud, where is the bud?
We looking for the bud, where is the bud?
We looking for the bud
Where the bud at? Where the bud at
I see a hater in the back, where the love at
But too much money in my pockets, I'm above that
But get a check for every word Damn I love rap
Ayy, but you know we
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
That bitch ain't rich, but she can make some millions off her dome
I seen my nigga flip some bricks and turned it to a home
I use the green to gas me up before I hit the door
Nowadays I never leave my strap, it's like it's glued on
I brought my bitch around my bitch, she trippin, shoes off
I guess I never should've f*cked her with my shoes on
I pop my shit, she say she hate the way I move on
My dirty drawls filled with money, I can't doo wrong
Ooo Pass the ligher, I really adore the bitch
But she think I don't like her
Watch out for the bruiser, he drink pussy like a idol
She hit with the tri, trap booming like al-Qaeda
But you know we
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke, I need some more, yo, let's get baked
Running out of smoke, I need some more
Writer: Patavious Isom, Jacob Trejo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid