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triandro - buffalo sauce كلمات الأغنية

verse 1: tekeo
yuh
aye
yuh
buffalo tuck and roll
brothers they gotta go
elsewhere, don’t care i don’t follow bro
i am just tryna make moves
not for myself but i’m talking my crew
even in death i know rick always knew
i was so special but what could i do
with this abandonment
cannot fit ever in small sp_ces
or ever in a group
i feel amazing
i wanna hold you i know it’s dangerous
all of yo actions i see changing
magic hearts go rearranging
memories just up and faded
while my clique was getting raided
you know bro sh_t is crazy
cuz when i grow oh i thank you
gotta make progress for the wake up
momma told me they can’t fade us
so i told them they can hate us
fettuccine with alfredo
try to be me i’ll be famous
now to tell you bout my latest fling
young p_ssy k!ller who’s paid to sling
now’s the time to write this slander
for those whities tryna banter
i’m feeling like a panther
i’ll do good on every chance a n_gga get
here’s your chance now to submit
i was moving like a kid but i’m not back home
i’ve been k!lling raps all day and that’s my back bone
verse 2: triandro
copycat, weight all open
plate be copping out, copper coating
i be coping with this ibuprofen
i’ll be hoping, i’ve been finely coping
i just poke it, i won’t heal
rusted thoughts and composite steel
opposite to all my opposition
off the kitchen powder pot tuition
pop a pill i’m missing dopamine
smoking kitchen pots or dope i mean
i be malfoy, draco dungarees
had a full plate but still so hungry
i’m a fiend, but if you are then we be friends
each to own, the means to know the end
breathe the code i never leave the land
lend a hand, it eat your soul again
a can of hannibal, cannibal handbag
applicable, i handle the bandwa_
gun inside my purse i handle that
soul inside a skirt, don’t overact
grab your maga team, my magazines
act a bladder scene, don’t track the jeans
haggle for some weed, i’m tryna rattle
any n_gga who came out to battle
babble on in babylon, a cattle pr_ng
be open arms in ambience, cause i be on
full szechuan, the sesh gone, pack smoked
childhood home be standing all on black smoke
buffalo sauce and wings i’m on cash flow
call yourself king but know that you whack hoe
know that you whack hoe
i’m with it, know i smoke ganja
half my words be written with dope palmer’s
jazz collection rare but there no lana
cop pull me over for a little marijuana
bad b_tch, with bad blood so calm her
handle the sitch, with me it’s just calmer
you so heartless, acting like you dahmer
well b_tch i’m scarver this is just some karma
b_tch
huh
f_cker
buffalo sauce n_gga

- triandro

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