Love or something: accordi di
Buddy
Buddy

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Tonalità: A minor
Verse 1
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Oh, hell yeah
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Let's toast to the niggas
that do the most
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Shout out to my nigga Buddy,
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you know my boy Zeemy in here
They let me get a feature on
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this motherfucker but
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I want ya all to call Buddy and
thank him personally for me
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His numer is 310
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Aye nigga, hell nah, no way nigga
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You better not
Verse 2
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Hello, hey baby, what's your name?
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I am Buddy, only reason why you came
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Okay, today,
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me and you gon' do our thing
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Oh shit, my bad,
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know I'm moving hella fast
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Just get your ass off the wall and
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on the damn dance floor
You dig, let me take another sip
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Watch how I jig,
look at my feet when I dance
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Hold on, hold up, DJ play that shit again
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Wait up, slow down,
got my left hand on your butt
Alright, come on,
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go and have another drink with me
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Pouring up a double shot of the Hennessy
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Once I get you in my ride,
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we gon' be all night
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'Fore we take it outside
Verse 3
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Baby girl just dance
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Really like how you move it
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Wanna look at ya ass
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Think I'm falling in love or something
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Baby girl just dance
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We gon' get into it
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Let me fill up your glass
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And we gon' get drunk
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and fuck tonight
Verse 4
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It was all so sudden
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35 models, they was all so stunning
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Running out of bottles,
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I got five more coming
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Let me settle down,
I need to mind my budget
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Better yet, fuck it, cop it all,
put it on my Visa
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I just wanna make you mine,
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baby girl I need you
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On the floor we getting down,
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bumping and grinding
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Spin your body all around,
baby we gliding
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Let me stop it, I should
Verse 5
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focus on the hundreds
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Tryna get a new chain,
gotta get the money
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Finna cop a new ring,
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just a lil' something
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Show these bitches I ain't playing, oh,
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that nigga Buddy
Back up on his shit again,
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then I hit my dougie
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See your boy glistening, rain,
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snow, or sunny
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Young nigga get it in
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Filling up my cup and take
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a sip again
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I ain't tripping, I ain't tripping
Verse 6
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Baby girl just dance
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Really like how you move it
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Wanna look at ya ass
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Think I'm falling in love or something
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Aye, I said
Verse 7
hands high
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Then the sun put them hands up
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Hoes, hoes in here gon' give it up
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Whoa, smoking on weed
when we come through
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No, we don't give a fuck,
nigga fuck you
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Friends drunk too much,
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we been turning up
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Aye, we ain't even done,
we ain't had enough
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Damn, everyone here only
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want one thing
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All we wanna do, baby girl just dance
Verse 8
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Really like how you move it
Wanna look at ya ass
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Think I'm falling in love
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or something
Baby girl just dance
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We gon' get into it
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Let me fill up your glass
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And we gon' get drunk
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and fuck tonight
Verse 9
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Aye, I said I'm focused
on the hundreds
Tryna get a new chain,
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gotta get the money
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Finna get a few rings, just
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a lil' something
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Show these bitches I ain't playing, oh,
that nigga Buddy
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Back up on his shit again,
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then I hit my dougie
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See a nigga glistening, rain,
snow, or sunny
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Young nigga get it in
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Filling up my cup and take a sip again
I ain't tripping
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Call a Lyft and girl I'm getting in
Verse 10
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with ya
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Say you wanna bring a friend with ya
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Take you both to the crib,
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girl I'm about to get it in with ya
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I don't really fuck with
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these niggas
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I'm just tryna stack these di gits
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Baby girl I got hella shit in the mail
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Oh, I got hella shit in the mail
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Yeah, keep it coming!
(coming, coming, coming)

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