Aye, nigga
Aye, aye
I on't know where i would be if it wasn't for this rap shit
Niggas sell they soul just to make it out the trap, bitch
Recognize the real from the fake it is not hard
Walk into the sto and bitches starring, bitch i'm dat loud
All dese hoes end up trippin i don't want relationships
I just wanna make some money hoping you can take a dick
Why you hating from a far had to make a way for this
If you ain't really bout the gang u need to get away from this
On my mamma don't talk to pops but i still love that nigga
And if u asking bout some opps u know it's f*ck dem niggas
And if i hit u up to smoke u know i'm f*ckin with u
And if we get into sum smoke u know i'm bussin wit u
Dis shit real as f*ck, as a nigga get older start to realize i don't give a f*ck
I can't worry if we friends or not gotta get my money up
Hoes used to diss me while a nigga was just walking up
Now i'm n my bag wit this music get all kind of love
Hittin all these shows i den f*cked around n found the plug
Aye walking round the room tryna punch a f*ckin head off
A circle wit no stick muthaf*cka i'm am that off
Kill tha whole room i ain't even do a sit up
Went ahead and had to do the bruce lee get up
The wallet n tha bag says bad muthaf*cka
I'll kill a nigga wit a muthaf*ckin nun chuck
I'm Samuel l Jackson nigga and the the Simpsons
I go stupid on niggas, nigga went no pencil
Minds on fried nigga never had a censor
No Buddy Buddy Freestyle (feat.Nick Sherello) Video (MV)
Performed By: Omg Rock
Language: English
Length: 1:33
Written by: Nicholas Jackson, Thomas Harris, Thomas Harris Sr
Omg Rock - No Buddy Buddy Freestyle (feat.Nick Sherello) Lyrics
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English
Aye, nigga
Aye, aye
I on't know where i would be if it wasn't for this rap shit
Niggas sell they soul just to make it out the trap, bitch
Recognize the real from the fake it is not hard
Walk into the sto and bitches starring, bitch i'm dat loud
All dese hoes end up trippin i don't want relationships
I just wanna make some money hoping you can take a dick
Why you hating from a far had to make a way for this
If you ain't really bout the gang u need to get away from this
On my mamma don't talk to pops but i still love that nigga
And if u asking bout some opps u know it's f*ck dem niggas
And if i hit u up to smoke u know i'm f*ckin with u
And if we get into sum smoke u know i'm bussin wit u
Dis shit real as f*ck, as a nigga get older start to realize i don't give a f*ck
I can't worry if we friends or not gotta get my money up
Hoes used to diss me while a nigga was just walking up
Now i'm n my bag wit this music get all kind of love
Hittin all these shows i den f*cked around n found the plug
Aye walking round the room tryna punch a f*ckin head off
A circle wit no stick muthaf*cka i'm am that off
Kill tha whole room i ain't even do a sit up
Went ahead and had to do the bruce lee get up
The wallet n tha bag says bad muthaf*cka
I'll kill a nigga wit a muthaf*ckin nun chuck
I'm Samuel l Jackson nigga and the the Simpsons
I go stupid on niggas, nigga went no pencil
Minds on fried nigga never had a censor
Aye, aye
I on't know where i would be if it wasn't for this rap shit
Niggas sell they soul just to make it out the trap, bitch
Recognize the real from the fake it is not hard
Walk into the sto and bitches starring, bitch i'm dat loud
All dese hoes end up trippin i don't want relationships
I just wanna make some money hoping you can take a dick
Why you hating from a far had to make a way for this
If you ain't really bout the gang u need to get away from this
On my mamma don't talk to pops but i still love that nigga
And if u asking bout some opps u know it's f*ck dem niggas
And if i hit u up to smoke u know i'm f*ckin with u
And if we get into sum smoke u know i'm bussin wit u
Dis shit real as f*ck, as a nigga get older start to realize i don't give a f*ck
I can't worry if we friends or not gotta get my money up
Hoes used to diss me while a nigga was just walking up
Now i'm n my bag wit this music get all kind of love
Hittin all these shows i den f*cked around n found the plug
Aye walking round the room tryna punch a f*ckin head off
A circle wit no stick muthaf*cka i'm am that off
Kill tha whole room i ain't even do a sit up
Went ahead and had to do the bruce lee get up
The wallet n tha bag says bad muthaf*cka
I'll kill a nigga wit a muthaf*ckin nun chuck
I'm Samuel l Jackson nigga and the the Simpsons
I go stupid on niggas, nigga went no pencil
Minds on fried nigga never had a censor
Writer: Nicholas Jackson, Thomas Harris, Thomas Harris Sr
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid