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Fadah - Taste Buds Lyrics



Fadah - Taste Buds Lyrics




Boy I hustle like its rent day
But I can't tell you when the rent due
All the plugs call me sensei
I chop it like engineer do
Woah woah
Taz comin wit jiu jitsu
O comin wit a pistol
BD comin wit a pole too
Last time was a upset
This time it's a issue
Yu ain't even have to starve yet
Yu don't know what I been through
Woah woah
Yea nigga I need all that
Red stripes on my gym shoes
Red bull on my ball cap
Yea nigga I need all that
Damn Fadah think he all that
Ion say it till yo Bitch say it
I hit her once and I fall back
When I'm dry Ima call back
She gone answer when i call back
Woah woah
I can't tell you what to call that
I can tell you how to get paid
Smoked a whole O up in the A
Smoke a whole O up in a day
Why they call Yu Fadah anyway?
Crack rock on my tastebuds
I spit and you smoke good
You a fiend up to no good
Comin back cause the dope good

Make sure you come show yo presence when you see me nigga (heyyyyyyy)
I got children and they fathers tryna be nigga (heeyyyyyy)
If that wagon full of phonies bet you squeeze in nigga (heyyyyyyy)
If that wagon full of phonies f*cking leave me nigga (heyyyyyyy)

If it's not about a big buck
I ain't even for the big talk
She like it better when I'm pissed off
I f*ck her better when I'm pissed off
We learned how to turn them lights on
When they came and turned them lights off
Clap on baby clap off
Wax on baby wax off
You ain't tough bitch you act soft
And I heard you put ya mans up
Going broke get them packs off
Bring it back and run them bands up
Woah woah
We just tryna run them bands up
Soldier comin wit the mask off
Everybody put ya hands up
They tell the realist nigga stand up
Stood up and stood in the chair
Put my right hand on my dick
Put my middle finger in the air
Crack rock on my tastebuds
I spit and you smoke good
Yu a fiend up to no good
Comin back cuz the dope good

Make sure you come show yo presence when you see me nigga (heyyyyyyy)
I got children and they fathers tryna be nigga (heeyyyyyy)
If that wagon full of phonies bet you squeeze in nigga (heyyyyyyy)
If that wagon full of phonies f*cking leave me nigga (heyyyyyyy)
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Boy I hustle like its rent day
But I can't tell you when the rent due
All the plugs call me sensei
I chop it like engineer do
Woah woah
Taz comin wit jiu jitsu
O comin wit a pistol
BD comin wit a pole too
Last time was a upset
This time it's a issue
Yu ain't even have to starve yet
Yu don't know what I been through
Woah woah
Yea nigga I need all that
Red stripes on my gym shoes
Red bull on my ball cap
Yea nigga I need all that
Damn Fadah think he all that
Ion say it till yo Bitch say it
I hit her once and I fall back
When I'm dry Ima call back
She gone answer when i call back
Woah woah
I can't tell you what to call that
I can tell you how to get paid
Smoked a whole O up in the A
Smoke a whole O up in a day
Why they call Yu Fadah anyway?
Crack rock on my tastebuds
I spit and you smoke good
You a fiend up to no good
Comin back cause the dope good

Make sure you come show yo presence when you see me nigga (heyyyyyyy)
I got children and they fathers tryna be nigga (heeyyyyyy)
If that wagon full of phonies bet you squeeze in nigga (heyyyyyyy)
If that wagon full of phonies f*cking leave me nigga (heyyyyyyy)

If it's not about a big buck
I ain't even for the big talk
She like it better when I'm pissed off
I f*ck her better when I'm pissed off
We learned how to turn them lights on
When they came and turned them lights off
Clap on baby clap off
Wax on baby wax off
You ain't tough bitch you act soft
And I heard you put ya mans up
Going broke get them packs off
Bring it back and run them bands up
Woah woah
We just tryna run them bands up
Soldier comin wit the mask off
Everybody put ya hands up
They tell the realist nigga stand up
Stood up and stood in the chair
Put my right hand on my dick
Put my middle finger in the air
Crack rock on my tastebuds
I spit and you smoke good
Yu a fiend up to no good
Comin back cuz the dope good

Make sure you come show yo presence when you see me nigga (heyyyyyyy)
I got children and they fathers tryna be nigga (heeyyyyyy)
If that wagon full of phonies bet you squeeze in nigga (heyyyyyyy)
If that wagon full of phonies f*cking leave me nigga (heyyyyyyy)
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Writer: Malik Brown
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Written by: Malik Brown

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