Buff Squad Lyrics - Pouya

[Intro] 

Dirty hoe, close range 

Dirty hoe, close range 

Pussy money, that gangsta ho 

Stalkin' with da yalk, on this low 

Good, dirty hoe, close range 

[Hook] 

Pussy money, that gangsta ho 

Stalkin' with da yalk, on this low 

Good, dirty hoe, close range 

Pussy money, that gangsta 

Pussy money, that gangsta ho 

Stalkin' with da yalk, on this low 

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[Verse 1: Ramirez] 

Bouta run up on him with the hellfire 

Pussy motherfuckers wanna trust me with gang signs 

Floats in the middle of the ocean and I leave a body croak 

And this weed got me choking on the blood I be soaking 

Lost in the block of my city I'm closing my eyes 

And I take a deep breath then i jump of the bridge 

There's no going back the weights on my shoulders and the pain on my chest and the devil exists 

When i play the blade I'm haunting your kids and then you beg you for your life and now you worship the grey 

You fucking with piss thats locked in a cage 

That's looking for flesh in murderous ways 

Creep out the dungeon, I hop out the bush 

Dragging your body inside of the woods 

Murderers drug dealers inside my hood 

Run motherfucker, be the pussy like you would 

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[Verse 2: Pouya] 

[?] 

Six digits on the check underground, better give me my respect 

2012 I was swerving at the curb getting booked 

Meanwhile the skeleton grabbing all of my nuts 

I raised me, ain't nobody made me, they love what I'm saying, they love what I'm doing 

Give me one more year and I turn into an OG 

Know me from the old me, bitch you owe me I let you get [?] 

[Verse 3: Shakewell] 

I'm always feeling my [?] I'm frequent in this spot 

You speakin' you ain't never been in any situation, reaching for your Glock 

But I know it's fake and all these bitches sucking 

I ain't got no patience for a dumb ass hoe 

Who ain't giving face, and if you got a problem 

We can catch a fade boy 

I been getting faded xannies in my system, I've been elevated 

[Verse 4: Germ] 

Damn I hate this bitch, damn I hate this life 

Always on the hype for hunnids', you better be duckin' 

I'm comin', I'm sluggin' some tossin' sluts into buses 

Bitch I'm bringin' the ruckus 

Fuck is he sayin' I slayin', we ain't contemplating insanity 

This shit is not meant for me, ridin' wit my enemies 

Hatin' me sitting silent in my vicinity 

Bitch I'm a dog, bitch I'm off the leash 

Murder mixed with major profits bitch cool it stop it 

I got a rocket i'll boot you to NASA 

Astronaut status super future with the blammer 

Hammer time damn I handle mine 

Buckin' butt ugly nuts suckin big musty nuts 

Fuck every moment livin' once 

Ride it or not you can ride my one