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J Summer - Budda Everything (feat. Buck Bundles) Lyrics



J Summer - Budda Everything (feat. Buck Bundles) Lyrics
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If you Flexin on my name You get a lesson
I got on my grind
Aint no more resting
Richard Millie on my wrist I'm getting these checks in
I don't got no time for no stressing
Please don't hit my line I'ma let it ring
Blue faces stuffed in my Amiris
It's a Budda thing
They ask us what we do for Buddha we say everything
We say everything
I been finessing
Got these labels on my line
So no more stressing
Me and fendii gon run it Up
Bring these checks in
Live from the melting pot
We on the check in
YEA YEA
Just check my record
I gave you TellyTrap
I gave y'all Flexin
We ain't doing the pat Downs
We got these straps in
And if you niggaz want Static
We bout that action
YEA YEA
Make it clap bitch
Got ya bitch in my bed
She doing Bock Flips
Hold On
Make it clap bitch
Got ya bitch in my bed she Doing backflips
And when the plug drop it Off
I get it back quick
I need my money up front But luh that back end
Middle finger the law
Don't do the fed shit
If you Flexin on my name You get a lesson
I got on my grind
Aint no more resting
Richard Millie on my wrist I'm getting these checks in
I don't got no time
For no stressing
Please don't hit my line I'm A let it ring
Blue faces stuffed in my Amiri's
It's a Budda thing
They ask us what we do for Budda
We say everything
We say ...
Imma take off like a rocket
That nigga outta pocket
He get money I get money
But the thing is
Mine ain't never stopping
All this profit
Niggas know I got it
VVs or my SI diamonds
Look like bunnies
How they hopping
All exotic
Girl I know you bout it
See you sliding down that Pole
DONT worry mama I Could keep a secret
Can you keep it
We could get the freaking Call your peoples
I call mine
So we could sneak and link Up every weekend
If you Flexin on my name You get a lesson
I got on my grind
AINT no more resting
Richard Millie on my wrist I'm getting these checks in
I don't got no time for no Stressing
Please don't hit my line
I'm a let it ring
Blue faces stuffed in my Amiri's
It's a Budda thing
They ask us what we do for Buddha
We say everything
We say everything ...
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If you Flexin on my name You get a lesson
I got on my grind
Aint no more resting
Richard Millie on my wrist I'm getting these checks in
I don't got no time for no stressing
Please don't hit my line I'ma let it ring
Blue faces stuffed in my Amiris
It's a Budda thing
They ask us what we do for Buddha we say everything
We say everything
I been finessing
Got these labels on my line
So no more stressing
Me and fendii gon run it Up
Bring these checks in
Live from the melting pot
We on the check in
YEA YEA
Just check my record
I gave you TellyTrap
I gave y'all Flexin
We ain't doing the pat Downs
We got these straps in
And if you niggaz want Static
We bout that action
YEA YEA
Make it clap bitch
Got ya bitch in my bed
She doing Bock Flips
Hold On
Make it clap bitch
Got ya bitch in my bed she Doing backflips
And when the plug drop it Off
I get it back quick
I need my money up front But luh that back end
Middle finger the law
Don't do the fed shit
If you Flexin on my name You get a lesson
I got on my grind
Aint no more resting
Richard Millie on my wrist I'm getting these checks in
I don't got no time
For no stressing
Please don't hit my line I'm A let it ring
Blue faces stuffed in my Amiri's
It's a Budda thing
They ask us what we do for Budda
We say everything
We say ...
Imma take off like a rocket
That nigga outta pocket
He get money I get money
But the thing is
Mine ain't never stopping
All this profit
Niggas know I got it
VVs or my SI diamonds
Look like bunnies
How they hopping
All exotic
Girl I know you bout it
See you sliding down that Pole
DONT worry mama I Could keep a secret
Can you keep it
We could get the freaking Call your peoples
I call mine
So we could sneak and link Up every weekend
If you Flexin on my name You get a lesson
I got on my grind
AINT no more resting
Richard Millie on my wrist I'm getting these checks in
I don't got no time for no Stressing
Please don't hit my line
I'm a let it ring
Blue faces stuffed in my Amiri's
It's a Budda thing
They ask us what we do for Buddha
We say everything
We say everything ...
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Writer: Joseph Walsh
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Performed By: J Summer
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Joseph Walsh

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