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Burberry Party By Buddy & Kent Jamz Yeah At the Burberry party (Burberr’) At the Burberry party (Burberry) Chillin’ with your shawty (Yeah) Got my Celines on (Celine) At the Burberry party (Burberr’) Chillin’ with your shawty Chillin’ with, uh At the Burberry party, uh Chillin’ with your shawty, uh (Your bih’) Got my Celines on You shoulda seen it, uh, uh You shoulda seen it, mmm, ayy N----, I mean it, ayy, ayy At the Burberry party (Burberr’) You shoulda seen it (Burberry) When this song over, you gotta repeat it You know my name, I ain’t gotta repeat it Your b---- keep hittin’ me up, I don’t need it Feel like Mike Jackson, I tell her to beat it Ain’t got no money, them n----- deceivin’ Rollin’ up, rollin’ up, some of that, mmm, yeah, ayy Been gettin’ money since sippin’ on Similac Hop in that Benz and I’m takin’ the scenic She gettin’ mad at me ’cause I been cheatin’ Packin’ my s--- up and, baby, I’m leavin’ Get out your feelings, it ain’t cuffin’ se

For The Ladies By Buddy & Kent Jamz I’ll be back, ha Yeah On top, yeah, yeah What we not gon’ do is, yeah, no What we not gon’ do is Not gon’ do it, nope, uh Oh, that’s your girlfriend? (This one’s for the ladies) Oh, yeah She told me you been talkin’ big s--- about me Uh, yeah, oh, uh If you not gon’ do it, yeah Oh, that’s your girlfriend? (This one’s for the ladies) Yeah, oh She told me you been talkin’ big s--- about me, mmm Yeah, now What we not gon’ do is (What we not gon’ do) Yeah, yeah I’m rollin’ a blunt, callin’ your bluff You know what’s up, all on my d--- You be in the club, I be with your girl I think I’m in love, n----, where you been? And me and my bros can’t go broke like them all But you can’t trust it, can’t touch this Everybody askin’ me for the album But I can’t rush it, can’t rush it, uh And I ain’t sippin’ lean, I’m out here luggin’ Only got weed and alkaline water on me Baby mama tried to get a bounty hunter on me He pulled up,

Terrified By Buddy & Kent Jamz Like Halloween, yeah I used to be terrified to lose you, yeah And now my DMs like a slip and slide Terrified to lose you, you And now my DMs like a slip and slide Terrified (She gettin’ wet and thirsty) (I bet that she gettin’ wet and thirsty) Like Halloween (I hope that gettin’ wet and thirsty) Used to bein’ trick or treated (I know that she’s so wet and thirsty) Terrified (I bet that she gettin’ wet and thirsty) I (I bet that she gettin’ wet and thirsty) (I hope that she gettin’ wet and thirsty) (I know that she’s so wet and thirsty) Ayy, yeah Never been good at sayin’ bye, baby (Bye) Once upon a time, you was mine, baby (Mine) I swear I go through this all the time, baby (All the time) Said you loved me, guess you changed your mind, ayy (Aw) New fine b---- so stylish (So stylish) Tryna get behind it like the Heimlich (Yup) Then you come around actin’ all snobbish (Uh-huh) You ain’t even my b----, calm down, ayy (Calm down,

Inconsistent By Buddy & Kent Jamz She said (No, no) I’m inconsistent, I’m inconsistent Then she left (No, no) ‘Cause I’m inconsistent, I’m inconsistent She said (No, no) I’m inconsistent, I’m inconsistent Then she left (No, no) ‘Cause I’m inconsistent, I’m inconsistent I’m inconsistent, I’m inconsistent She can’t depend on me I’m inconsistent, I’m inconsistent She can’t depend on me (No, no) She say (No, no) I’m inconsistent, I’m inconsistent Then she left (No, no) ‘Cause I’m inconsistent, I’m inconsistent She say (No, no) I’m inconsistent, I’m inconsistent Then she left (No, no) ‘Cause I’m inconsistent, I’m inconsistent I’m inconsistent, I’m inconsistent She can’t depend on me I’m inconsistent, I’m inconsistent She can’t depend on me

To The Grave By Buddy & Kent Jamz Ayy Scrollin’ through my timeline, baby girl keep poppin’ up She must be popular FaceTime, what up? Came through, she top me up Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, come on On the love seat, CC throw pillows Smoke kush not Do-Si-Dos Yeah, don’t you know? She take backshots ’til the beat stop Let the beat rock In the middle of the night, she climb on top of me While I put it down properly Make it hot for me, slide in so comfortably That’s right, that’s right, that’s right When I hit it from the side, she say she proud of me Likin’ me, lovin’ me, wondering Calm down, girl, we just f-----’ When we finish, baby don’t say nothin’ (Nothin’, nothin’) After she let me f---, she gon’ take it to the grave After she let me f---, woo After she let me f---, she gon’ take it to the grave Never spoke a word, never said a thing Pass her to the gang, gang, gang, gang After she let me f--- After she let me f--- After she let me f---, she go

Bad Boys By Buddy & Kent Jamz Hey, listen up Call my phone real quick Ooh, this weed smell good Somebody call my phone, I, I can’t find my phone S-smell this What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? Get the f--- up, get the f--- up Get the f--- up, get the f--- up What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? Shut the f--- up, shut the f--- up Shut the f--- up, shut the f--- up Your girlfriend been with me Told you she was runnin’ errands Hit it out the park like Hank Aaron Walk in the dime, everybody starin’ at me Like they ain’t bumpin’ my s--- Like they ain’t f-----’ on b------ I been hit Them n----- ain’t that rich Them n----- need another hit, I get it None of my b------ let go, hmm None of my b------ let go (I get it) All of my n----- gettin’ dough, uh (Yeah) All of my n----- gettin’ dough (I get it) None of my b------ let go, uh None of my b------ let go (I get it) All of my n----- gettin’ dough, uh (Uh, woah) All of my n----- gettin

Heatwave By Buddy & Kent Jamz You n----- ain’t startin’ no waves Been rockin’ that Bape way back in 2008 N----- actin’ like groupies, tryna get backstage Muh’fuckas just takin’ up space Changed my Vans and the skates Hit World on Wheels, Tuesday’s, I’m goin’ on dates I don’t gotta shop at the mall or camp out with y’all They send the s--- straight to my place Futuristic teen, I got these futuristic dreams Yeah, this that chain stitch, Human Made s--- Got no patience for that fake s--- Goin’ ape s--- in a cactus plant Flea market with Jorja Smith In the camo prints, smokin’ cannabis Finna take her back to the Mondrian tonight Yeah, can’t stop, won’t stop ‘Til I’m smokin’ weed with RiRi at the StudiFox My cargos Liam Hodges, bih’ See my gold, gold from ’04, you can’t cop it Cats try to copy Like I ain’t been in Jumpmans since Walkmans and floppys And I’m in India lovin’ my hotel suite With nothin’ on but a Bape thong and my three-peat hoodie Everything say B