Buku Lyrics

Every blue moon, goody two shoes

Something different, show no interest

Kept my distance, far away

Buku this, buku that

Don’t wanna talk, you talk too much

Show no love, didn’t show no trust

Every blue moon, goody two shoes

Something different, show no interest

Kept my distance, far away

Buku this, buku that

Don’t wanna talk, you talk too much

Show no love, didn’t show no trust

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We got, we got, we got, we got

Money, models, bottles, cars

Buku bitches on us

And they all want us to follow

All up on your ass, you on your knees you start to swallow

Mad at me attention, caught up feelings built up sorrow

The money keep on coming, I don’t even need to call it

Model bitches bussin, we just turned it up for something

Bottles always poppin, bitch I’m lit I need more supplements

Need more supplements, I gotta car and it go roar

Bitch, it makes sounds that you can’t ignore

All of these bitches, they all wanna board

Highway we sped, end up in my bed

I’m giving you gist, like my name was ted

Think of the future, like my name was Luther

I had a dream, one day I succeed

And it’s guaranteed, my life is complete

Yeah, filled with ease

Watch for your elders, it's best

I say that with my chest

I put that on my set

Anyone talking that tough shit

You fold any minute

You know that you'll never forget yea

You never forget yea

You know that you'll never forget, yea no

Every blue moon, goody two shoes

Something different, show no interest

Kept my distance, far away

Buku this, buku that

Don’t wanna talk, you talk too much

Show no love, didn’t show no trust

Every blue moon, goody two shoes

Something different, show no interest

Kept my distance, far away

Buku this, buku that

Don’t wanna talk, you talk too much

Show no love, didn’t show no trust

A'int going back, and fourth

With you bitches, you know I'm grinding

I'm on a mission, that nigga told me

I'm his addiction, shut his ass up

Like some stitches, why you bitches

Ride my shit, like I gotta sack

A'int no looking back

What I look like feeding a rat?

I get this gwap, and y’all real mad

I'll do the dash, out the back

With a fat pack, no jet pack

I’m too fantastic, you bitches crumble like plastic

What the fuck is happening?

I ride him good gymnastics

I got a uzi no vert

Make that bitch do work

Icy don’t stay, Icy don’t play

He wanna lay, that is a problem

My brother will drop em

Bitch, your just not on my roster

Everything possible, not talking Kim

He get that glock right on his hip

He keep that glock, right on his hip