Ace Vassos - Buddy Lyrics

Slurping bitches like it's chowder
Spitting fire like I'm bowser
Wrecking libtards like I'm Crowder
I've got all the f*cking power
But I know nothing, pass the stuffing
Listen up, I'll tell you something
I was f*cking on your cousin
Watching Cheaper by the Dozen, ay

This shit is ephemeral
Semi-professional
Girl wanna f*ck with me, she had an edible
She gave me signals I try to decipher
Like 39 Clues, when I read it I'm wiser
Masturbate, masturbate, giving him energy
Locking his door like his room is the embassy
You try to step to me?
I'll be out in the street
I'm in the industry
You've got nothing on me bitch

Never seen the sun pale f*ck, (Never seen the sun pale f*ck)
Never hugged a girl, outta luck, (Never hugged a girl, outta luck)
AirPods, Starbucks, buddy thinks he's a baller
Come in f*cking 20 seconds like your mom when I call her, ay

Ooh, yeah you know hop out the coup
Boys they be shooting cause I take they loot, shoot
Persecute, prostitute, prosecute, yuh
Lawsuit, I f*cking dare you bitch
Try me, try me, come out and find me
I will be waiting with your girl beside me
Boy you need Jesus, you ugly like Beavis
She left you for me and now she got my fetus
I lift 200, never funded, bussed now the basement flooded
In my pics I wanna crop em'
Choirboy, my mixtape dropped
I see this ice I gotta cop
Washed up like a f*cking mop
Haters tell me I should stop
They just jealous of the job, I'm done
No more fun, made this album in three months
Sipping on some f*cking brews while you are on that Capri Sun shit
Ace on the attack, better watch your back
Come at me I f*cking dare you, you will need a track (Ace)

Slide in the pussy with rainboots
Schlob on my knob with a grapefruit
Rhymes they be fresh like the produce
London to China to Beirut
F*ck on your girl in the EnRoute
Back in the game like a reboot
Make her name Ace in the Kahoot (Ace)
Use it again, that's a lawsuit bitch

History, you don't know me it's a mystery
Bitches they love it, they into me
She just sending all the GIFs to me, bitch please
I'm better at music than Bach (Nah)
I got some charms on my Crocs (Yuh)
Switching my flow with a dock
Yeah your girl love when I talk
I hit that bitch with a block
She hit me back with a squawk
Give me the Tony like Hawk
45 Nic in the sock
Your hair it look like a mop
Haters they tell me to stop, nah
F*ck it, I rap on a budget
I've done it, I love it, no need to discuss it
These rappers are puppets
They look like some buckets
They've done it, got one hit, no need to discuss 'em no more
F*ck you
Jesus