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GOUDA BUDDHA
Pranav.Wav
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Chillin' on the back porch
Backwood rolled in advance
I get paid six digits to chill and relax
I get xan up off that re-up rack
Cheese and chips my only snack
Need a piece of cheddar cheese
I'm feelin' like the Gouda man
Floatin' off the potent
Hold it back, I told it no conceit
Told 'em I'ma make it so I made it
Told 'em all, "Concede"
Roamin' like a ghost
I'm boatin' in a sea of ivory
You thinkin' you made motion
But you holdin' onto make-believe
Rape up every beat I touch
I make up every beat I want
I'm the type to make a scene
I don't get to be nonchalant
I don't care to pity party
I don't need a confidant
Tell my truth up to a mic
And drop it when my mixin' done
Trigger tippy, trigger, trigger, trigger tippy
Trigger tippy, trigger, trigger, trigger tippy
Trigger tippy type to walk in on your block and residence
Chillin' on an island, not the same one as the president
Nasty motherfucker, just now motherfuckers picked it, yeah
I'm not one to politic, but I'm not one to pick a kid
Flossin' the twenty gauge in his noggin
I see the bluff and then call it
His talkin' don't match his wallet
He keep a piece just to drop it
All your music balls are water fuckin' rat
Put your music in a garbage bin or the fuckin' trash
Wouldn't make a difference 'cause you sit around not doin' shit
I'm makin' bands up off a beat you couldn't read, illiterate
A couple dummies and a druggie with a clip don't make a clique
Take my .44 and walk up to you, click and hit a clip
Chillin' on the back porch
Backwood rolled in advance
I get paid six digits to chill and relax
I get xan up off that re-up rack
Cheese and chips my only snack
Need a piece of cheddar cheese
I'm feelin' like the Gouda man
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